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"": "On another towering mountain, the miasma rose high, almost completely shrouding one side of its slopes.
The miasma was even more vividly multicolored.
It was different from the lifeless miasma of Sacred Way Mountain, and entirely unlike almost any other miasma in the world!
For the miasma here was suffused with a rich life force. It neither felt oppressive nor inspired dread.
The thin white smoke was the miasma made manifest.
The moonlight here was not cold or sinister; it softened those colors, making them feel warm and welcoming.
An enormous toad sat upon the mountain.
Only upon drawing closer would one realize that it was actually an immense complex of wooden buildings, resembling a Golden Toad through the mist.
Directly in front of Three Miao Cave, a man sat quietly at the edge of the Cliff Platform.
His hands rested on his knees. There was no telling how long he had been sitting there.
He was like a boulder, having become part of this Cliff Platform-no, part of this mountain.
His eyes were closed. There was no telling how long he had been asleep.
The fine flesh scales on his face were visible, every single one remarkably distinct.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes.
An ordinary person's eyes were black and white.
His eyes held only a shade of jade-like white.
This body did not look human.
Humans would not be covered in so many scales, nor would they have such a pair of eyes.
Yet he was not a dead man, either.
The dead did not possess such abundant life force.
His fingers formed a gentle pinching gesture, and a faint sound escaped his lips.
The doors of Three Miao Cave opened.
A man walked out.
It was none other than Miao Zi.
But