"Ancient Supernatural Phenomenon?" Qin He frowned slightly.
Supernatural phenomena were troublesome enough, and now there was an Ancient Supernatural Phenomenon. Its greatest trouble was that it clearly existed, yet you had no idea where to begin.
No matter how powerful an opponent was, they still had a target. But a supernatural phenomenon was a thing that did not even know what it was—a thing with no reason at all.
"Immortal Lord, please follow me. We must move faster. Supernatural phenomena are inauspicious; this is not a place to linger." The white-robed old man reminded him. With that, he quickened his pace and headed toward a bank of gray mist ahead.
The gray mist covered a vast area. It shrouded not only the stairs, but great stretches of the immense sacred mountain as well, hiding them within its depths as they flickered in and out of sight.
Qin He extended his divine sense to its limit and stepped into the gray mist one step at a time.
The mist was icy cold. Its bone-piercing chill was far more intense than that of the bluestone stairs. The moment he entered, his vision was immediately suppressed to a mere ten paces.
At the same time, all manner of things began to undergo inconceivable changes.
The bluestone slabs beneath his feet and the mountain walls at his sides began to twist and deform, expanding and contracting, wavering unpredictably.
This was not an illusion. They were truly changing. The bluestone steps abruptly grew large and small, and Qin He carefully stepped along their very center to avoid missing his footing.
The surrounding mountain rocks twisted as well, like surging waves of water.
Even the distance between the white-robed old man and Qin He kept shifting, now far, now near.
Qin He even felt that the