The vast Misty Mountain Range was like a Primordial Giant Beast, silently crouching upon the earth.
After arriving at the Misty Mountain Range, Su Mo sat down cross-legged at its edge, his back against the mist.
He was only five feet away from the surging mist behind him. It could be said that should any sudden change occur, he could retreat into the mist at the first instant.
This rolling mist was his means of preserving his life.
There were still five or six days until the date agreed upon with the Yellow Springs Demonic Sect. Su Mo closed his eyes, waiting while quietly refining the mystic power within his body.
He had only just broken through in cultivation, and his mystic power had surged greatly. His foundation was not yet stable enough; if he wished to continue breaking through, he would need at least a month of arduous cultivation.
Time slowly passed. After an unknown period, several martial artists flew toward Su Mo and stopped several thousand li away.
Sensing someone's arrival, Su Mo immediately opened his tightly shut eyes and swept his gaze over them.
However, these people were not from the Yellow Springs Demonic Sect, and their cultivation levels were low as well, all at the third or fourth level of the Martial King Realm.
Su Mo then closed his eyes again, ignoring them and continuing his cultivation.
Over the following period, martial artists arrived one after another. A day later, several hundred people had gathered here, and subdued discussions rose and fell without end.
These people were martial artists from other factions or Rogue Cultivators. Having heard that Su Mo was going to exchange Wu Shan with the Yellow Springs Demonic Sect, they had come specifically to watch.
In truth, tens of thousands of martial artists