Just as the old man had said, the mist in the mountains was indeed extremely thick.
Still, it was only ordinary fog, so it had little effect on Su Jiu.
As Su Jiu walked, she observed her surroundings.
There was no rubble from landslides, no fallen trees, no fractured mountainsides, not the slightest trace of an earthquake...
From the old man's account, it was easy to deduce that the fog had risen only after the earthquake. That alone was enough to prove its appearance was no coincidence.
After a while, Su Jiu finally reached the boundary the old man had described, beyond which one could not see a hand held before one's face.
The fog here was indeed dense, and the distinction between the two sides of the boundary was strikingly clear. Had Su Jiu not been a cultivator, she truly would not have been able to see the path ahead.
Upon arriving, she did not stop. She crossed the boundary directly, and her figure disappeared into the thick fog.
As Su Jiu drew closer to the summit, she could sense that faint trace of spiritual qi with increasing clarity.
Apart from that, there were the wild beasts wailing incessantly in the mountains. She had no idea what they were crying about... but she could vaguely hear a measure of fear in their cries.
The thick fog had left the mountain's plants and trees dripping wet. The excessive moisture brought an unusual sense of discomfort.
Time passed, minute by minute, second by second, while Su Jiu continued steadily toward the summit.
After an unknown length of time, she stopped and stared blankly at the tree before her.
She had seen this tree half an hour ago...
Was it a formation? Or a barrier?
Su Jiu pushed the perception she could