The Land of White Mist

The strange phenomenon had caught Qin Fengming completely off guard. He felt as though he had just walked through the gates of death and back.

When he saw the scene before him clearly, Qin Fengming froze on the spot. He hovered in midair like a clay idol or stone statue, unable to move so much as an inch for a long time.

Only after enough time to eat a meal had passed did Qin Fengming return to normal and fully regain his senses.

Looking around, Qin Fengming could not help revealing an expression of overwhelming delight. He murmured to himself:

"Hahaha! Who would have thought that this was the white mist region I spent years searching for in vain?"

Words could no longer express the exhilaration in Qin Fengming's heart. Although he had yet to explore this mist-shrouded land, he was utterly certain that this was the mysterious place within the Sky Flame Mountain Range that countless cultivators dreamed of finding—the white mist region.

Standing within the white mist, Qin Fengming felt exceptionally pure spiritual energy wash over him. His entire body seemed to be immersed in a vast space filled with energy. The scorching heat of the Sky Flame Mountain Range had vanished here, leaving not the slightest trace.

The interplay of spiritual energy of all five attributes made Qin Fengming feel supremely comfortable.

Any cultivator who cultivated in this region would progress several times faster than outside, if not more. Though Qin Fengming had never seen the legendary grotto-heavens and blessed lands, he was certain that the density of spiritual energy here could not fall far short of theirs.

Recalling the circumstances before he entered this region, Qin Fengming sighed deeply. Had he not acted on a sudden impulse, he would surely have missed this chance to enter.