The cloud vapor above Huang Yue's head steamed, the vision formed from his primordial spirit breathing vital qi in and out. At this moment, his gaze landed on the person on the mountain and the vapor cloud grew. It gained an area of half a field.
The vital qi in the vapor cloud condensed into droplets of rainwater that could be faintly seen falling to the ground. When they landed on the young man's head, they evaporated and went back up into the vapor cloud again. This looped over and over again.
The mountain had been raised by Saint Woodcutter and Fu Riluo's vital qi runes and not made by true creation, so it wasn't too high. Huang Yue scaled it, coming to the mountaintop in a few steps before stopping when he was still over a hundred yards away from Zhe Huali.
"When I met you in the battlefield, I almost died at your hands."