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Two Golden Core ancestors showed off their power, skilfully avoiding the territory of the Spirit Transformation Stage demon beasts—not because they couldn't defeat them, but because it was needless to seek trouble, as they reached the depths of the dense forest.
"Such thick fog."
What appeared before the two of them was a dense fog so thick they couldn't see their own hands in front of them, as if walking through a reed bed, unable to see the path ahead, only able to walk by feeling.
"Ha!"
Meng Jingzhou let out a 'ha', and with a swipe of his palm, a golden imprint shone brightly, taller than a person, with an astonishing palm wind. On a normal day, a single palm-strike like this could blow away a cultivator in the early stages of the Golden Core, yet now the palm imprint hit the fog and didn't even stir up a wave.
Even the palm wind couldn't disperse the fog before their eyes.
