The seventy-three mountains towered to the rosy clouds. There were many white cranes and strange birds in this location. However, one could only hear their tweets since they were nowhere in sight.

The mist and fog here were too thick. Even the heavenly gazes from cultivators were useless.

Bi Ningshuai asked: “Hey, Feng Feiyun, aren’t we going to Trinity to kill corpses for points? Why are we here?”

“The hunt is going to last for three years, so there’s no need to rush right now.” Feng Feiyun jumped down from his bull and walked along a path ladened with weed to enter the forest.

Wang Meng, shirtless, carried his sky piercer and followed right behind Feng Feiyun. Bi Ningshuai gave up and came along as well.

The fog became thicker as they went deeper into the forest. It was difficult to see clearly.

They didn’t get too far before Feng Feiyun suddenly stopped. He condensed a yellow glimmer onto his fingertip and unleashed it into the ground. This was the Yellow Earth Art, the last among the five elements of the Minor Change Art. It had the greatest power as well as...