The rugged mountains were treacherous, and the scenery was eerily beautiful.
Fallen leaves had accumulated in thick layers, becoming soft and spongy as they rotted and merged with the soil.
A pale yellow miasma floated between the mountains.
Milky white mist shrouded the forest.
The babbling streams, originating from nowhere in particular, moistened the rugged rocks and disappeared without a trace.
Mo Hua had taken a Miasma Repelling Pill, dispelling the miasma within his body, released his Divine Sense, and, while guarding against the Monster Beasts in the forest, carefully walked northward along the rough mountain path.
After walking for the better part of the day, until the sun had set and twilight enveloped the mountains and the forest grew darker and deeper.
Mo Hua looked up and saw that the night was deep and foggy, the miasma thick, obstructing his Divine Sense.
The range of his Divine Sense was less than half of what it was during the day.
