Xiao Yan looked at the mountain before him and cautiously refrained from approaching. This mountain had not existed before; Xiao Yan had practically watched it suddenly emerge from a spatial rift.
From afar, its ridgeline rose and fell within a sea of grayish-white mist, completely at odds with the atmosphere of this small world. The mist seeped from every fold in the mountain's body, as though the range were slowly secreting some ancient fluid. Xiao Yan reached out and touched a curtain of mist hanging from the rock wall. His fingertips met a greasy sensation, and strangest of all, the instant his Dou Qi touched the mist, it was suppressed, utterly impossible to use.
His soul power could still be used, but the range of his soul perception had also been restricted. After carefully probing the mountain's characteristics, Xiao Yan obediently entered from one corner. There was no helping it—all the high-grade medicinal ingredients in the Pill Realm had vanished, clearly the Pill Tower's deliberate arrangement.
Now that this mountain had appeared so abruptly, it was surely unusual. Xiao Yan could only investigate it himself.
Although his Dou Qi was suppressed, his soul power had already entered the Spiritual State Soul. He would have little trouble escaping unscathed even against an ordinary Dou Zun.
In fact, before Xiao Yan arrived, he had already seen many alchemists entering the mountain ahead of him. The Pill Convention certainly did not lack bold people confident in their own abilities. Once Xiao Yan made up his mind, he immediately acted. He had never liked hesitating over every step.
After entering, Xiao Yan suddenly realized that the mist arranged by the Pill Tower paired perfectly with the gray fog from the first trial. One isolated Dou Qi, while the other blocked soul power. Ordinary people