Grayish-green mist billowed and churned slowly. All at once, wisps of fine, pale-red currents appeared within it. The currents were faint and slender; without careful observation, and from such a distance, they truly could not be seen clearly.
For Shao Hong to be the first to call out was no easy feat.
"Indeed, this place is about to open. However, the opening process will be rather long and will take several days. Fellow Daoists, take this opportunity to rest well. Once we enter Northern Pole Land, I'm afraid we won't have much time to rest in peace."
After watching the mist ahead for a moment, Mo Ye spoke in a deep voice.
No one answered. Each found a position and sat down cross-legged.
"Fellow Cultivator Mo, I wonder whether the person hidden near that tall tree atop the distant mountain is also a cultivator from Yuheng Land?"
Just as everyone was searching for a position and settling down, Qin Fengming suddenly pointed toward a distant mountain and spoke indifferently.
His voice was not loud, but as soon as he said this, the six Yuheng Land cultivators who had just sat down all changed expression. They looked solemnly toward the direction Qin Fengming was pointing.
"Hahaha, why did the fellow Daoists from Yuheng Land take so long to arrive? If you had come a few days later, I'm afraid you would have entered far later than the cultivators from the other prefectures."
As everyone looked toward the distant mountain and rapidly locked onto one tall tree after another with their divine senses, a sudden ripple arose atop one of the trees, and a cultivator's figure appeared out of thin air within their senses.
The figure had barely appeared when a hearty laugh rang out. The voice was not loud, but it