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Seven towering peaks encircled the area, making the shorter mountain in the middle appear more like a valley than a peak upon first glance.
Stretching the eyes across the valley, one could see a slow-moving mix of gray and red miasma, where no life could be found and the terrain was indistinct. From a distance, Ye Zhen could only discern that the vegetation within the valley was very lush, with nothing else to be gained.
"Having come this far, it's worth exploring, but I must be extremely careful with this colorful poisonous miasma!"
Suddenly, a gentle mountain breeze blew softly, bringing with it a faint, sickly sweet scent that assailed the nostrils, causing Ye Zhen's form to sway as he became dizzy and his vision blurred, his Spiritual Power's circulation slowed by a good portion.
"What a potent poison miasma!"
Ye Zhen exclaimed in amazement, finding himself showing signs of poisoning despite being so far away and inadvertently inhaling just a trace of the faint scent.
