Hun Changqing swiftly plunged into the black mist, only to discover that it was formed entirely from death qi condensed to an extreme density.
Excitement shone in Hun Changqing's eyes. His supreme yin true body faintly radiated a silver glow, as though rejoicing at this place so thick with death qi.
Hun Changqing also discovered that the crushing cold pressure vanished once he entered the black mist. Although he still could not fly, it no longer hindered his movements, setting his heart ablaze with anticipation.
He understood that whatever lay at the center was perfectly suited to him, making him feel like a fish in water amid this dense mist of death qi.
With the pressure no longer obstructing him, Hun Changqing abruptly accelerated, hurtling toward the center.
At last, Hun Changqing broke through the dense black mist before the summit and reached the mountaintop.
The moment he stepped onto the summit, Hun Changqing discovered a broad, open clearing that sank slightly into the ground. Nothing obstructed it, and at its center stood only a single pitch-black log with a grotesque shape.
Thick death qi poured from that black log. It was the source of every strange phenomenon in this valley.
Hun Changqing frowned slightly. The scene atop the mountain was clearly somewhat different from what he had expected. All this terrifying yin qi and death qi actually emanated from nothing more than an ugly black log. Moreover, the log seemed faintly familiar to him, as though he had seen it somewhere before.
Somewhat baffled, Hun Changqing intended to approach and examine it, but suddenly, the entire mountain shook violently.
Rumble!
The ground split apart in an instant. Countless black vines burst out of the mountain, writhing madly as they blotted out the sky and covered the earth.
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