Qing Chen watched Lin Changsheng turn into an azure shadow and vanish into the magnetic mist at the mountain foot before turning to look toward the main peak.
The summit towered into the clouds, actually piercing the gray canopy of the sky. Its majestic bulk inspired awe and dread; by a rough estimate, it stood nearly twenty thousand zhang high.
Magnetic sand cascaded down the mountain walls like waterfalls, amid thick banks of mist and miasma;
Even from afar, a savage, baleful aura seemed to rush straight at him.
That brat Changsheng hasn't recovered from his injuries, and he's only just entered the Golden Core Realm. The geomagnetic power above the mountainside is far too fierce. Even ordinary Golden Core cultivators would have to tread carefully. Bringing him along would only make him a burden.
Qing Chen thought to himself, gently rubbing his fingertips together. True essence circulated slowly through his meridians as he absorbed the spiritual energy from the spirit stone in his hand.
Although he had not used his full strength in the Duer Secret Residence, repeatedly unleashing Primal Magnetism Storm had still depleted more than a tenth of his true essence.
Fortunately, he had stocked up on plenty of high-grade and middle-grade spirit stones and medicinal pills, making recovery convenient.
Qing Chen drew a deep breath and abruptly unleashed Magnetic Essence Step. His figure shot toward the main peak's mountain path like a streak of gray lightning.
After traveling a hundred li along the winding mountain path and climbing roughly three thousand zhang, he found the surrounding geomagnetic power gradually intensifying.
The magnetic sand in the air no longer drifted in fine grains. Instead, it condensed into silver threads an inch or so long, whistling along with the geomagnetic currents and striking the protective radiance of the