The mountains stood majestic, dominating the east!
Ascend Taishan, and all other mountains shrink into insignificance!
Although Zhao Rui was from Dongqi, he had rarely visited Taishan. On previous trips, he had only seen it as a famous mountain, impressive for its height and steep trails, and nothing more.
Now, as he walked from the Taishan Sect toward the back of the mountain, basking in the sunlight, he was surprised to see threads of Pure Yang True Qi slowly wafting out from the mountain rocks like mist.
"What is this?"
Zhao Rui paused for a moment. He reached out, letting his hand pass through the Misty Qi, and frowned.
"What's wrong, Fellow Daoist?"
His question prompted Qingyang and the others to ask in surprise.
"This Pure Yang Qi… has it always been here?"
Zhao Rui asked curiously.
"What Pure Yang Qi?"
Master Qingshan said with a stunned expression, "There's nothing here but bare rock. Where would this Misty Qi be coming from?"
