By the time Xian Tiandi reached the edge of the northern mountain range proper, he could hold Spiritual Sight for two full minutes without strain.
The terrain changed dramatically here. The forest gave way to rocky highlands dotted with scrub brush and sparse grass. Jagged peaks rose in the distance, their tops dusted with snow despite the season. Deep ravines cut through the landscape, carved by ancient water flows that had long since dried up.
This was spirit beast territory. The sect's influence didn't extend this far. Out here, cultivators were just another predator competing for resources.
Xian Tiandi activated Spiritual Sight and surveyed the area.
The spiritual energy here was denser than in the forest below, but chaotic. It flowed in eddies and currents without clear direction, pooling in some areas and absent in others. Natural formation of the terrain, nothing unusual.
But then he saw something that made him stop.
