The moment he entered the Death Mountain Range, Ning Jiang felt the world around him dim considerably. Simultaneously, a vast, boundless, and ancient aura washed over him.
As far as the eye could see, the sky was a hazy gray, heavy and silent.
The earth was a dark shade, deathly still and desolate.
The mountains were steep and perilous, the rivers rapid and turbulent.
The atmosphere was oppressive.
To put it simply, if the outside world was vibrant and full of life, making one feel bright and cheerful, then the Death Mountain Range felt deathly still, hiding lethal dangers within.
"Everyone, be careful. The Death Mountain Range isn't called that for nothing. This deathly aura is a minor issue; the real trouble is the various Demon Beasts inside."
One of the people entering the area solemnly warned his companions.
The deathly aura would typically corrode any outside lifeforms, but the creatures native to the Death Mountain Range were unaffected.
