Entering The Mysterious Fog

As the group walked through the gate, Xiao Ming felt an unusual pressure on his legs, a strange force pushing against him.

He wasn't alone in this sensation—his companions, too, wore expressions of discomfort.

A heavy, pure aura seemed to emanate from the Heavenly Moon Sect, and it was no surprise that it had a profound effect on their minds.

The sacred energy was so potent that it could influence any ordinary cultivator who stepped within its domain, threatening to overpower them.

Fortunately, Xiao Ming and the others were far from ordinary. Their cultivation levels and spiritual awareness were strong enough to resist the pressure.

Within a few steps, they managed to dispel the feeling of oppression, but the strange, sacred aura continued to linger around them, like an invisible force testing their limits.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew through the air, sharp and fierce, so swift that none of them could identify its source.