Hall of the Fox Immortal

The pair slipped into the purple smog after ascending around thirty feet high. The smog was like a ghost, at times scattering about, and at other times gathering together.

This smog was the same as what surrounded the valley’s outskirts—allowing the same detoxifying pellet to be used without any need for worry—and the only issue was that it obscured their vision. Neither Fang Xing nor the golden crow could see more than a few feet ahead even after activating their Mystic Eye spells to the maximum, but the Qi-Seeking Six Puppet Array had fortunately already been activated and all six of the puppets were quietly floating around the two of them to find and warn them of any potential danger.

The higher they flew, the lower the temperature became, until the frigid air surrounding their bodies was like that from an icy cave. The cold was incredibly difficult to fend off, and even the feather-covered golden crow was losing his ability to endure it.