After a long time, the two sides finished their game.
The defeated old man waved his hand dispiritedly and muttered, "I'm not in a good mood today. I'll let you win one game. We'll fight again tomorrow."
The old man walked back to the village with his hands behind his back.
The remaining old man had rosy cheeks and looked hale and hearty. As he tidied up the chessboard, he looked up at Su Zimo and said with a smile, "There aren't many young people like you who are calm and collected. Come, follow me into the village."
"Thank you, uncle."
Su Zimo smiled and thanked him. He followed the old man into the village.
The villagers passing by just glanced at Su Zimo and looked away. They didn't seem to be surprised.
"There are no extra rooms here. Young man, you can stay in the woodshed, right?" The old man asked.
"No problem." Su Zimo replied with a smile.
Night had just fallen. Most of the people in the village hadn't slept yet. The old people who had eaten dinner were taking a leisurely stroll in the village. The women were sewing clothes with needles and thread.
Simple, simple, and peaceful.
This place was like an otherworldly paradise. There was no killing, no fighting, but everyone had a happy and satisfied smile on their faces.
Su Zimo sat at the door of the woodshed and watched this scene quietly. He emptied his mind and didn't think about anything. The fatigue of the journey seemed to have lessened a lot.
The night was getting darker. The moon was bright and the stars were few.
The old people, women, and men had all returned to their houses to rest. In the village, only some energetic children were still playing and didn't want to go home to sleep.
Su Zimo stood up and returned to the woodshed. He closed the door and was about to rest.
At this moment, a young child's voice came from the village. It was crisp and pleasant.
"Where can I find the immortal trace? Looking at the Misty Peak from afar, it's only in this mountain, deep in the clouds."
"Hmm?"
Su Zimo's heart skipped a beat. He suddenly turned around, pushed the door open, and looked in the direction of the voice.
Not far away, a seven or eight-year-old child with a smile on his face was skipping over.
Su Zimo thought for a moment and walked up to him. He squatted down and asked with a smile, "Child, who said that Just Now?"
"Who said that?"
The child tilted his head and blinked his big watery eyes. He seemed a little confused and said, "I don't know, but we can all say it."
"Is it just a simple nursery rhyme?" Su Zimo pondered.
"Big Brother, you want to cultivate and seek the Dao, right?" the child asked again.
"Yes." Su Zimo nodded and asked with a smile, "How did you know?"
A hint of cunning flashed through the child's eyes. He stuck out his tongue and said, "There are people like you every year, but most of them don't get to see immortals, hehe."
"How can I meet her?" Su Zimo's interest was piqued and he wanted to tease the child.
"I don't know either." The child pouted and shook his head.
Su Zimo smiled. Just as he was about to get up and leave, an idea suddenly flashed through his mind. He looked at the child and asked, "Where can I find the Fairy's Trace? I can see the Misty Peak from afar, but the Misty Peak is shrouded in fog. How can I see it?"
"That's easy."
The child proudly raised his chin and said, "After a few days, the fog will dissipate a little. Standing here, you will be able to faintly see a part of the peak. But it's only for three days. If you miss it, you won't be able to see it. "
Su Zimo was overjoyed.
As long as he could see the Misty Peak and follow the Misty Peak's direction, he would definitely be able to reach the foot of the mountain.
Of course, Su Zimo didn't think that entering the Misty Peak was as simple as passing through the fog. But this was the prerequisite.
Su Zimo stayed in the village for seven days.
On the seventh day, the fog gradually dissipated. A towering mountain peak was faintly discernible in the distant clouds.
Su Zimo bid farewell to everyone in the village and once again stepped into the fog.
In the fog, all of his senses were lowered to the limit and his sense of direction was blurred. Su Zimo felt like he was turning east and west. Sometimes, he even felt like he was going back the way he came.
Due to the dissipation of the fog, he could still see the position of the mountain peak clearly even in the fog.
Su Zimo ignored everything and tried his best to ignore the illusion brought about by his senses. He merely followed the direction of the mountain peak and walked forward.
All of a sudden!
Suddenly, a rustling sound came from the depths of the fog. It was eerie and terrifying, as though a spirit beast was walking and stepping on the grass.
It was getting closer and closer!
A faint stench of blood wafted over.
"Hmm?"
Su Zimo narrowed his eyes and stopped in his tracks, looking in the direction of the sound.
After waiting for a long time, no spirit beast appeared.
It was a strange feeling.
Su Zimo didn't sense any danger with his spirit perception.
However, there was indeed the sound and aura of a spirit beast coming from that direction. Su Zimo had lived in Cang Lang Mountain Range for a year and was all too familiar with the smell. There was no mistaking it.
"Strange."
Su Zimo murmured softly and continued walking forward.
"Roar!"
Not long after, a tiger's roar sounded from the front. It was deafening and had a strong aura. It was clear that the spirit beast was powerful and could even be at the level of a spirit demon!
Su Zimo frowned.
Logically speaking, if a powerful spirit beast or spirit demon appeared before him, Su Zimo should have sensed danger with his spirit perception.
However, the strange thing was that there was no reaction from his spirit perception. However, his five senses could sense danger time and time again.
There were only two possibilities for such a situation.
The fog in the surroundings could either hide from Su Zimo's spirit perception or confuse his five senses.
The answer was obvious.
Those methods were nothing more than to scare off those who wanted to cultivate immortality and Dao but had weak willpower.
The tiger's roar and the stench of blood were nothing more than methods to confuse people.
After understanding the purpose of the fog, Su Zimo smiled and ignored the various movements around him as he walked into the depths of the fog.
No matter what, the fog was rather brilliant for it to confuse a person's five senses.
If not for the fact that Su Zimo had spirit perception, he would have been treading carefully along the way.
Su Zimo gradually quickened his footsteps. Before long, he rushed out of the fog and everything before him opened up.
At a glance, the vegetation was lush and lush. Green waters surrounded the mountains and everything was full of life, as though he was in an immortal realm.
Not far away, there was a stone door.
Behind the stone door was a mountain path paved with green stones. It twisted and turned, leading to the darkness of the fog.
On both sides of the stone door stood two young Dao children. One was fat and the other was skinny. They had rosy lips and white teeth.
When the fat Dao child caught sight of Su Zimo, he smiled and nodded, saying, "Young master, you're the first one. Please wait here for a moment. The sect will only open three days later to accept disciples."
Su Zimo was not in a hurry as well as he waited quietly at the side.
People walked out of the fog continuously. Most of them were mortals who had never cultivated before. Their faces were pale and their foreheads were covered in sweat. It was clear that they had suffered quite a shock along the way.
In the middle, there were also Qi Refinement Warriors who broke through the fog on their flying swords. They heaved a sigh of relief when they saw the stone door.
Some of the Qi Refinement Warriors swept their gazes across Su Zimo. When they did not detect any spirit qi fluctuation, their expressions relaxed slightly.
A few Qi Refinement Warriors could not help but sneer when they saw Su Zimo's attire with a bow and saber on his back.
There were all kinds of people.
Three days passed in the blink of an eye.
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