An hour had swiftly passed, and the dense fog showed no sign of dissipating.
At that mont, Zhao Sheng suddenly had a terrifying thought—he might have been swept into the "Death Treasure Land."
Instantly, he broke out in a cold sweat.
The sunny side and the shaded side of Heavenly Pillar Mountain were completely different worlds.
Heavenly Pillar Mountain was so tall and vast that the sunshine could never reach its shaded side. This caused the shaded side of Heavenly Pillar Mountain to be constantly enveloped in thick fog, hidden from the sun year-round. The brightness during the day was extrely low; even at noon, one couldn't see a few yards ahead, and at night it was pitch black, not even allowing one to see their own hand.
For this reason, vast unexplored "Barbaric Territories" existed on the shaded side of Heavenly Pillar Mountain. It was a paradise for Spiritual dicines, Spirit Plants, demon beasts, and fierce beasts but also the final resting place for countless dicine collectors.
Mysterious and unknown, it was extrely dangerous yet contained countless Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures.
"Death Treasure Land" was the term countless dicine collectors used to jokingly refer to the shaded side of Heavenly Pillar Mountain, fully expressing their complex feelings of both love and fear towards it.
The area Zhao Sheng found himself in was undoubtedly in so unknown corner of the shaded side of Heavenly Pillar Mountain.
After escaping the peril, unknowingly, Zhao Sheng had climbed several hundred yards up the mountain face. Along the way, there were many hazardous spots, not to ntion poisonous creatures and fierce beasts. As he climbed higher, the air beca thinner, and the temperature dropped unusually quickly. Ice ford everywhere on the mountain face, its surface wet and slippery. A single misstep could send him plumting into the Cloud Sea, his life out of his own hands.
With great effort, he found a small crevice to rest and catch his breath.
The cold here was bone-chilling, quite reminiscent of winter.
However, for Zhao Sheng, the most difficult part wasn't the temperature, but the feeling of fear.
The most useful senses for humans are sight and hearing, with most external information being gathered by these two senses.
The thick, heavy fog "sealed" Zhao Sheng's eyes and ears, and the world beca eerily "silent." A little further away, and he could neither hear nor see anything clearly.
Deprived of the senses of sight and hearing, and well aware of being in an extrely dangerous place, most people would instinctively feel fear, and Zhao Sheng was no exception.
He was even more aware that the nights here were far busier than the days, with the number of fierce beasts roaming the Cloud Sea at least fifty percent greater than on the sunny side. Moreover, so enormous creatures road the higher and deeper parts of the Cloud Sea, their re presence exerting a pressure that could make him, a re mortal, hold his breath.
In fact, Zhao Sheng had already consciously entered the Fetal Breathing State, and his superpower, the Spirit Nose, was operating at full capacity, constantly sniffing out the dangers lurking in the fog.
Because the shaded side world was more dangerous, bloodier, and more elusive. The fierce beasts were always roaming about, seemingly searching for sothing, which led to frequent conflicts.
In just four hours, there had been four or five extrely brutal fights, each ending in the death of one or both parties involved. The sll of blood perated the air, mixing with the fog, becoming a part of this unique ecology.
Only then did Zhao Sheng realize why this place was called "Death Treasure Land." Without the Divine Sense unique to Foundation Establishnt Cultivators, even those at Qi Refining Perfection would struggle to survive here. Ordinary dicine collectors could not last a day.
However, soon after, this foggy land revealed to Zhao Sheng why it was also known as a treasure land.
Half a day later, he climbed up to a sloping area recessed into the mountain wall.
The slope below was extrely steep, while the upper part was sowhat flat, receding into the mountain for about ten yards. The vegetation on the slope was dense, which was out of the ordinary. This area was usually concealed beneath thick fog, not exposed to sunlight, and besides so mosses and fungi, plants should find it difficult to survive.
But once he rembered this was Heavenly Pillar Mountain, Zhao Sheng imdiately understood.
Just as he stepped onto the sloped land, Zhao Sheng couldn't help but sneeze in response to the strong dicinal scent in the fog—it was as if hundreds of Spiritual dicines were growing together, with over a dozen different fragrances mingling into one, overwhelming upon first whiff.
The most intense among these was the scent of the Purple Qi Mushroom.
That was definitely the Purple Qi Mushroom.
Zhao Sheng could not possibly mistake the scent, even though he couldn't understand why the Purple Qi Mushroom could grow in a place without sunlight.
But he trusted his nose and his decades of experience collecting dicines.
Imdiately, Zhao Sheng's spirits lifted, and he cautiously began his exploration.
The more unfamiliar the place, the more cautious one must be, especially in a "Barbaric" territory untouched for millions of years.
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Fortunately, there were no large creatures on this slope, only so minor poisonous insects like Yin Wu Gui Bie.
As it turned out, Zhao Sheng's nose was even more sensitive than a dog's, for this place was indeed a rare Spirit dicine Garden in Heavenly Pillar Mountain.
As far as the eye could see, Blood Sword Grass, Strange Spirit Branches, Dragonbane Fruits, Heartless Flowers, Golden Essence Seeds... Various valuable spiritual dicines were growing wildly under trees, in the grass, and between rocks, each of them robust and thick with extrely long dicinal ages.
Of course, the most nurous were the delicate white and indigo Purple Qi Mushrooms.
Eh?
Zhao Sheng suddenly gasped in surprise, his expression ecstatic.
On a dead tree root two yards to his right, there was a washbasin-sized, flaming red and unusual Lingzhi mushroom.
Red Fire Ganoderma?!
Zhao Sheng took a few quick strides over and touched the cap of the mushroom. The burning sensation unique to the Red Fire Ganoderma made him realize that he had truly hit the jackpot.
This was indeed a Red Fire Ganoderma that could be exchanged for a Foundation Establishnt Pill.
Seeing the densely packed dicinal patterns on the surface of the Lingzhi, even Zhao Sheng's usually steady hands began to tremble slightly.
After counting carefully, there were a total of eight hundred and thirty-one dicinal patterns, indicating that this Red Fire Ganoderma was more than eight hundred years old, sufficient to exchange for a top-grade Foundation Establishnt Pill.
Elixir Pills always co in different qualities, with a top-grade Foundation Establishnt Pill offering a cultivator more than a thirty percent chance of successful Foundation Establishnt, whereas a low-grade pill offers less than a ten percent chance.
Thirty percent chance of success in Foundation Establishnt!
One can imagine just how sought after top-grade Foundation Establishnt Pills are in the Cultivation World.
Stable!
The Zhao family's rise to becoming a Cultivation Family was set!
This was the first thought that ca to Zhao Sheng's mind.
He never imagined that he could exceed his life goals by such a margin.
With this Red Fire Ganoderma, Zhao Chengle, that disappointing fellow, could be considered to have half-stepped through the gate to Foundation Establishnt.
Of course, he would have to cultivate to Qi Refining Perfection first.
Thinking about Old Eight's usual behavior, Zhao Sheng could hardly wait to fly back and give him a couple of hard slaps.
Practice martial arts, what use is that when you could cultivate... isn't it enticing?
But no matter how much he beat or scolded, the stubborn kid remained unaffected.
Zhao Sheng suddenly thought of Han Xuanwu, could it be that he took a liking to Old Eight because they shared similar characteristics?
Sotis, too much happiness can also be a worry!
There were many spirit dicines growing on this slope, most with long dicinal ages. Those over a hundred years old were common, and he had found three that were over a thousand years old.
One of them was a thousand-year-old Blood Sword Grass, a natural Wood Elent Magical Artifact; with a bit of refining, it could beco an excellent Spiritual Flying Sword.
There was also a Nine-Section Ink Jade Orchid with twelve hundred years of maturity, as well as a thousand-year-old Golden Essence Seed.
It is worth ntioning that he found another Red Fire Ganoderma, but it was only six hundred and eighty years old.
Zhao Sheng did not feel any regret for not finding a thousand-year-old Purple Qi Mushroom.
As a matter of fact, no one has ever discovered a Purple Qi Mushroom on the shady side of Heavenly Pillar Mountain.
This is because Purple Qi Mushrooms that are over a thousand years old have developed spirituality and naturally possess the characteristics of "becoming mist when encountering clouds, burrowing when encountering soil, and rging with wood".
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