Winds' Natural Devil Power surged at her fingertips. The green light of the Perception Wood Crystal pierced through the dense soul mist, guiding the way forward.
She did not stop walking. Natural Power formed an invisible barrier around her, keeping the soul mist at bay. Tang Bao followed closely behind, circulating his inner power to activate the Perception Wood Crystal and keep up with Winds' pace.
The two moved through the soul mist, avoiding hidden spatial rifts and low-level magical beasts along the way. After roughly half an hour, the mist ahead gradually thinned, and their field of vision widened.
Winds stopped, put away the Perception Wood Crystal, and looked around. This was the interior of Soul Mist Valley. Towering ancient trees stood scattered throughout, their trunks entwined with dark purple vines dotted with tiny black buds. Natural Devil Power intertwined with the soul mist in the air, carrying a hint of eerie menace.
The ground was covered in thick layers of decaying leaves, soft and soundless beneath their feet. The surroundings were terrifyingly quiet. There were no roars from magical beasts, nor even the sounds of grass and trees growing.
Tang Bao surveyed the area, inner power gathering in his palm as his gaze swept across every corner.
He circulated his inner power to inspect the surrounding aura. Aside from the corrosive force of the soul mist and Natural Devil Power, there was nothing else unusual—much less the dense Soul Power fluctuations unique to Soul Spirit Grass.
Soul Spirit Grass thrived in places rich in Soul Power. It should have emitted obvious fluctuations within the valley's core, yet at this moment, the entire valley was silent. Not even the faintest trace of Soul Power could be detected.
Winds walked onto a slightly elevated rock. With a light touch of