Between the cliffs, on the invisible path, Mo Hua carefully made his way.
After the time it took to brew a pot of tea, Mo Hua finally reached the opposite side.
As he climbed onto the opposite cliff and his feet touched the ground, the fog around him suddenly thickened, and the miasma intensified, causing dizziness and a feeling of congestion.
Mo Hua quickly took out two Miasma Repelling Pills and swallowed them, circulating his Spiritual Power to assimilate the medicine's effect, which made him feel somewhat better.
Looking around, he found himself in a small forest with no one else in sight.
Apart from the heavier fog and more potent poison, it was not much different from the Inner Mountain.
"Where are those Sin Cultivators? Could they not be here?"
Mo Hua muttered to himself.
