Thirty miles outside Yunjiang City, Chen Xu turned onto a small path to the left.
The sunlight on the horizon seemed to be shrouded in a dim veil, not quite the sunset, yet resembling dusk.
At the end of the path, the mountain gradually rose.
The trees began to thicken, and a faint mist spread out from within.
As Chen Xu climbed the mountain, he looked back and found that the path he had taken was somehow swallowed by the fog.
Further afield, the outlines of fields and farms seemed to transform into a painting.
It was as if the distant ancient painting was drawn into the sunset, reflecting the present mist and deep forest, making everything appear dreamlike.
He could no longer distinguish between the mortal world and the ghost lair.
Chen Xu maintained his "ghost" form, yet his mind remained calm and clear.
The Innate Qi silently flowed within him, allowing him to perceive the universe at all times.
