The night sky pressed down like ink, the mountains stretched scorched and black, the whole world consumed by somber darkness.
Qin Ming moved silently within the Night Fog, embodying "He Guang Tong Chen".
This area was vast and seemed to frequently catch fire, even the air carried faint traces of burnt smell.
Occasionally, creatures appeared in the mountains, only to vanish quickly, keeping a safe distance from each other to avoid misunderstandings and bloody conflicts.
Qin Ming was cautious because he sensed the Qi Mechanism of a Grandmaster here.
In these times, any Fifth Realm expert not bedridden by illness and daring to travel afar was a remarkable figure.
In some sense, a Grandmaster-level existence was likely the "sky" of a certain area.
Venturing fifty miles deep, Qin reached the more saturated regions of scorched earth, where avoiding others entirely became impossible.
"We, loose cultivators, find exploring opportunities exceedingly difficult," someone lamented.
