Grand Origin Mountains.
Dressed as a hunter, Aaron moved through the forest, silently observing the valley and mist not far away.
During this time, he had disguised himself as a hunter, mingling among the mountain folk while keeping the valley under surveillance.
By now, he had roughly reached a few conclusions.
'It doesn't seem to belong to any faction or sect... Those mortals can't see it, but I can make it out clearly... The occasional immortal cultivators passing through don't wear uniform clothing either...'
'There's a great deal of movement... From time to time, I can see the glow of magical artifacts...'
'Could this be a gathering place for Rogue Cultivators, or perhaps some kind of market?'
'It would make hiding one's identity easier, but it should also be rather dangerous, right? There might be bandit cultivators lurking about, for instance?'
Aaron silently assessed his own strength.
At present, the only proper magical artifact he possessed was the low-grade Iron Leaf Boat, and that was merely for travel. His true immortal cultivation methods consisted of only four spells, of which Fireball Art was the sole offensive one.
Even though he believed he had mastered Fireball Art to perfection, a fireball was still just a fireball. It would not turn into a fire dragon or fire phoenix.
And his sixth-layer basic cultivation, among immortal cultivators below the great cultivators of Foundation Establishment, could only be considered ordinary.
The one thing worth mentioning was that, after practicing martial arts for many years, his reactions were extremely fast.
Moreover, if his opponent was careless enough not to activate a protective barrier spell or use an artifact for defense, and he managed to close within seven steps, he had a chance to kill with a single strike!
Of course... that only applied to Qi