The true qi throughout his entire body circulated ceaselessly. A thin, misty aura seemed to envelop He Yiming.

Though he had entered this place, he hadn't barged in recklessly. Instead, he had converted the zhenqi in his Dantian into a special mist power to envelop himself before venturing into the field of black fog.

Even though He Yiming had no idea if this precaution would be useful, he had certainly made the utmost effort.

However, it seemed his efforts had not been in vain.

Even in this place saturated with black fog, the mist power surrounding He Yiming possessed the most potent ability for concealment. Furthermore, the mist around him appeared to gradually merge with the surrounding black fog.

Slowly, he seemed to become a part of the entire black fog, as if he was this black fog, and this black fog was him.

Faintly, He Yiming grasped a thread of inspiration in his mind; he seemed to be sensing the fundamental power of these mists.

A sudden clarity flashed through his heart: if he could calm his mind and cultivate right here, taking advantage of this moment of enlightenment, he might very well condense the Mist Flower.

Yet, hesitation flickered in his eyes, and he finally forced his thoughts back, refusing to linger in that mystical sensation.

After all, this place could not be compared to the realm below. If he were to enter an enlightened state here, who knew what might happen? After much deliberation, he resolutely gave up the opportunity.

However, although he did not condense the Mist Flower, by manipulating the mist power, he had successfully integrated himself into this environment.

Feeling the external black mist ceaselessly drilling into his body, He Yiming was horrified to discover that the concentration of the Heaven and Earth Qi here far surpassed that below.

Comparing the two was like comparing heaven and earth; they were simply incomparable.

In truth, the Heaven and Earth Qi in the lower black fog was already a qualitative leap compared to the outside world, but the concentration here was even more incredible.

He Yiming vaguely felt that the summit might have been the true destination sought by the masters of the Eastern and Western Divine Paths who cultivated the Heartless Dao in ancient times.

But all that was history now; no one knew the reasons behind it.

Collecting his thoughts, He Yiming felt the endless Heaven and Earth Qi surging into his Dantian and being assimilated. He sighed inwardly.

If he were to remain here and cultivate, the speed would surely be more than ten times faster than the outside world.

And that was the most conservative estimate; if he encountered those cultivation fanatics, the speed might be even quicker.

Moreover, the benefits of cultivating here were not just increased speed; more importantly, breaking through the barriers of limits was far easier than in the outside world.

He Yiming even had a strange thought: if the Heaven and Earth Qi everywhere were this rich, the number of people ascending to the Xiantian realm would increase by at least a hundredfold.

Not only that, but the numbers of experts at all levels would also explode, and even breaking through the Venerable realm seemed no longer an unattainable dream.

Of course, this was just his idle speculation. If the Heaven and Earth Qi here truly spread out and distributed across the entire world, it probably wouldn't even create a ripple.

It was like a spring whose water tasted exquisite; if you poured that spring into the ocean, the only outcome would be assimilation by the boundless sea.

Besides, to be frank, only He Yiming, relying on his unique physique, was unafraid of the invasion of Yin Sha Qi. Anyone else, even the Venerable Sir, would not dare linger here for long.

After all, the density of the black fog indicated that while it offered more abundant Heaven and Earth Qi, it also harbored a far more potent Yin Sha Qi.

He Yiming glanced behind him; Bai Lingba followed silently.

He seemed to sense some pressure too, for his movements had become exceptionally gentle.

He Yiming was completely at ease with Bai Lingba. Even if the Yin Sha Qi here intensified tenfold, it wouldn't cause him any negative effects.

The two exchanged a glance and continued following the direction of the hoof prints.

This time, their speed slowed considerably. As they proceeded, He Yiming could increasingly feel the sinister, bizarre atmosphere and pressure of the place. It felt as if a massive, precarious mountain hung above their heads, ready to crush them at any moment.

Anyone under such immense pressure would feel on the verge of mental collapse.

However, though He Yiming was young, the experiences he had endured were already enough to temper him completely.

Even facing this inexplicable pressure now, He Yiming feared nothing. His resolve was as firm as rock, and his gaze held a powerful will; he firmly believed that one day, he too would possess such magnificent authority.

Following the Treasure Pig's hoof prints slowly upward, suddenly, a hand rested silently on He Yiming's shoulder.

Frowning slightly, He Yiming knew that only Bai Lingba could manage this at this moment. He turned his head and saw that Bai Lingba had indeed raised a hand and gently placed it on his shoulder.

"Brother Bai, what is it?" He Yiming asked, puzzled.

Bai Lingba’s voice was much lower than usual. He said, "There is danger above."

He Yiming’s spirit immediately lifted. Before entering the restricted area, he knew there would be danger, but he had no idea where it would originate. Now that Bai Lingba said this, he must have sensed something.

"Brother Bai. What danger?"

Bai Lingba did not reply. He stepped forward, moved in front of He Yiming, and then lightly brushed the back of He Yiming's head.

That half of his head instantly caved in, transforming into a flat, transparent screen.

He Yiming focused his gaze and was slightly stunned. What appeared on the screen was not the easily distinguishable images of the past, but a patch of indistinct blackness.

However, within this blackness, there was a large segment of a red pattern.

He Yiming frowned deeply; he couldn't make sense of it at all.

"I am using Life Exploration technology. What you see is the terrain of the mountaintop," Bai Lingba’s deep voice came across. "That patch of red pattern is something possessing life—in simple terms, some kind of life form."

Having spent much time with Bai Lingba, He Yiming had learned much he could never have understood before.

Therefore, he knew that the "life form" Bai Lingba mentioned must mean some sort of creature.

This meant there was indeed at least one living being surviving on this mountaintop. And any creature capable of surviving in this environment could only be some kind of powerful Spirit Beast.

Innumerable thoughts flashed through He Yiming's mind.

The restricted area on the mountaintop, the thousand-year catastrophe—connecting these events, He Yiming easily reached a conclusion.

It was on this summit that a Super Spirit Beast was hidden. And it was because of this beast's existence that even Venerable-level experts dared not cross the line. Moreover, the various taboos in Gui Ku Ridge must also be related to this Spirit Beast.

He was even certain that these taboos had been passed down through generations precisely to avoid angering this Spirit Beast.

Taking a deep breath, when He Yiming realized he was about to face such a terrifying entity, his heart could not help but race. Yet, in his eyes, a strange light flashed, a mixture of excitement and awe.

He collected his thoughts and focused intently on the screen.

The red pattern displayed on the screen was indescribable.

He Yiming frowned tightly. He seemed somewhat familiar with this pattern but could not recall where he had seen it before.

After pondering for a while, He Yiming asked quietly, "Brother Bai, do you know what Spirit Beast this is?"

"No. There has never been any record of this creature in my database."

Bai Lingba’s answer left He Yiming quite disappointed. He glanced at the hoof prints on the ground. "Forget it, let's be careful and move on."

No matter what kind of Spirit Beast lay ahead, since the Treasure Pig had gone past, he absolutely could not stand by idly.

Bai Lingba seemed to hesitate for a moment. "According to my observation, this creature is very large. More than half of its body is hidden beneath this high mountain, and what is exposed on the summit is merely its head."

He Yiming’s head suddenly snapped up, his gaze locking onto the back of Bai Lingba’s head.

Upon hearing Bai Lingba's deduction, He Yiming finally remembered. He had seen this pattern before, and it had left him with an unparalleled impression.

That pattern was the head of a python.

The first Spirit Beast he had killed back in the He Family Village was a Golden Crown Python.

Now, it seemed this image was indeed very similar to the head of a Golden Crown Python, although the python head on the screen appeared to have two small protrusions.

He Yiming’s expression subtly changed. He knew that although the python head looked small from the perspective of Bai Lingba’s head, much smaller than the Golden Crown Python’s head, if calculated based on the proportions shown on the screen, then this python's head completely filled the entire mountaintop.

In other words, the actual size of this python's head was absolutely incomparable. If his former Golden Crown Python were compared to it, perhaps even the tongue of this giant python would be larger than its entire head.

The moment this thought struck him, a chilling wave washed over He Yiming.

Regardless of what rank of Spirit Beast this giant python was, based on sheer volume alone, its might was unbelievably colossal.

He lowered his gaze to the Nine Dragon Furnace he held in his hand, and a thought suddenly struck him: perhaps only a practitioner of the Divine Path, by unleashing the fire dragons within the Nine Dragon Furnace, might have a chance to slay this terrifying behemoth.

As he was pondering this, the scene on the screen shifted, and a cute white pig wobbled into view, but upon its body was something that left He Yiming speechless...

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