At that very moment, Yi Shuyuan still stood at the edge of the woods beside the marsh. The mist from Hele Mountain had long since spread to cover the entire marsh, but there seemed to be a distinct boundary between the dense fog before the mountain and the mist on its outskirts.
Whenever the toad's croak rang out, Yi Shuyuan could feel the entire bank of mist, and even the whole of Hele Mountain, tremble.
He reached out to touch the dense fog within Hele Mountain's bounds. It felt strangely like pressing down on cotton candy. In other words, the mist itself was a spell controlled to the finest degree, surpassing ordinary spell manipulation.
"Croooak~~~"
The toad croaked again, and a tingling numbness spread through the palm Yi Shuyuan held against the mist. He looked up at the entire mountain range. Though it was shrouded in fog, in his eyes, its destiny faintly took on a fiery red hue.
This toad should have belonged to water, yet the fire and lightning nurtured within its body were absurdly potent.
Hele Mountain had a monster like this?
Once a demon cultivator's cultivation reached such a level, it was hardly possible for them to remain unknown. The local Celestial Court likely had records of it, and perhaps even the Underworld Office of Yunlu Prefecture had put something in writing.
But clearly, now was not the time to verify that. When a great monster in the truest sense underwent a tribulation, even the Celestial Court would not interfere lightly. Besides, this toad had not been forced into revealing itself by the lightning tribulation. It had clearly chosen to do so.
Choosing this particular moment truly spoke to the depth of the toad's cultivation.
Rather than mist, the thick, lingering presence among these mountains was