At the base of the mountain, there were mottled black spots, like stains adorning its surface.
Those stains seemed like living things, constantly eroding the vast Qi here, like festering sores, exuding an extremely sinister aura.
The three peaks were aligned in sequence, truly resembling a pen holder.
Yu Ziqing arrived at the slightly smaller peak on the left, extended a hand, directly pierced it, grabbed a handful, crushed it, and held it in his palm to sense carefully.
This surprised him a bit; he didn't expect it to really be White Soil.
If it were just White Soil, why would it have caused a disturbance in the Dao Court?
So why was it shrouded in such strong Alien power?
Yu Ziqing threw the handful of White Soil directly into the Dao Court.
The White Soil naturally gathered to the west of the Yellow Soil at the center, closely adjoining the Yellow Soil.
