Anybody below the domain realm would find it difficult to ambush him within the range. Almost every piece of vegetation within the area acted as his eyes and ears, and if by some bad luck, he was ambushed, he could guarantee he would not be killed in an instant. His Vitality Dao aside, which made him difficult to kill, he had a lot of cultivation arts that worked stupendously in such a setting.

His affinity aside, Yang Qing took out a purple talisman that contained the strike of a domain expert, just in case, and hid it underneath his robe with a sliver of his qi coating it for ease in instantly triggering it should there be a need for it.

After crossing his fingers for good luck and bad-mouthing Lei Weiyuan to cheer himself up, Yang Qing rapidly blitzed through the forest without leaking his presence or creating a disturbance.

He bypassed the territories of a few spirit beasts that were at the peak stage of the core formation realm with even one or two that were at the first stage of the palace realm, but none of them detected his presence.

Yang Qing's attention slightly drifted on the rush over when he spotted a few trees with their fruits already ripened like the sunfire persimmon tree or the diamond dew apple tree. He bypassed more and more, the deeper he went, his eyes shining with greed and his mouth drooling in response.

"No wonder the organizations around risk their lives to remain here despite the countless dangers that surround them.." muttered Yang Qing as he used all his willpower to resist the temptation of going over to pluck a few fruits.

His willpower was almost broken when he detected a couple of honeycombs belonging to the empyrean gold wasp, and silversilk bees. He could feel their intoxicating sweet aroma coming from them trying to ensnare his senses begging him to cover for a sip.

Yang Qing hurriedly increased his speed to escape its allure.

"Scary.." he said as he wiped off the drool with fear in his eyes. He almost gave in to the siren-like honey.With an increase in pace, it wasn't long before he arrived at the general vicinity of the graveyard torch.

Yang Qing had never seen one himself, and the only descriptions he had seen of them were from books and scrolls at the institute.

Being here, he could finally sense it. Yang Qing had stood at a standstill and wherever he had stood, visually, wasn't all that different from other areas around him, but Yang Qing could feel it, just inches ahead, beyond the unassuming silent shadow moss or the ember glow laurel next to it, or the ramhorn birch tree, he could feel the vestiges of the spirituality of the spirit beasts that had selflessly given their entire bodies and accumulations down to their spirits to nurture the next generation of spirit beasts.

He could hear the presence of their voices, even dead, he could feel the breadth of their spirits which had been enshrined in the area, along with an ethereal grand power that shrouded that spirit.

Yang Qing recognized that power, it was the same power that had shaped his inner world when he broke through to the palace realm. It was the power of Dao.

The dao power and the vestiges of spirituality belonging to those spirit beasts worked in tandem to create a hallowed ground that seemed to affect the senses of every living being that came within an inch of that place.

Yang Qing wasn't sure if it was because of his personality, or if his physique had something to do with it, but the emotions evoked by the ground were immense for him, evoking a sense of reverence from him.

The more he gave himself to those feelings, he could hear those voices clearly and even understand them despite being a human himself.

"This squirrel ventured unfettered within this range with nothing but my hardened teeth and claws. I bet they could tear through dragon bones given the chance. Alas, my blinding radiance made most afraid to approach, which is how I ended up without a mate. The price of being amazing (sigh)..

Nevertheless, I lived free and unfettered without regrets. I bit through all who slighted me, I honored promises and relationships, I starved, I hid, I ate beyond my fill, and wasn't one to hide my victories. That was my freedom and as my last act, I now entrust all that I have ever had to some young ambitious hatchling out there.

Use my inheritance as you will, may the spirit of freedom continue.."

Yang Qing almost spat at how shameless that voice had been.

"This Silvermoon rhino only managed to reach the peak of the core formation realm. I lost a lot of fights than I've won, but my horn has always helped me dig a safe passage through. May my inheritance do the same for you.."

"The blades of the ghost blade mantis are swift, silent, and lethal. I was average among my peers but I had no hesitation every time I struck. I hope my blades can serve as a whetstone for another more powerful blade that can cleave through the entire range.."

"I had my leg and torso gnawed off by that foul-mouthed earth-carving squirrel. Whoever inherits my accumulations, all I ask is just smash those damn teeth of his.."

"I am the ancient sable scorpion, I don't know if anyone will remember me, but none of that matters. I leave my inheritance to whoever is fated along with a few words from someone who has lived a bit.

Keep your eyes clear and claws hidden but don't hesitate to reveal them when your spirit calls for it, even if the circumstances seem vastly scary or impossible. Denying what's in your spirit is a far crueler death, trust this old scorpion on that.

Lastly for those looking to venture out to the Green Fog Region, I won't discourage you, only make sure your will is strong before you step in there. I reached the palace realm and could fight toe to toe with Lynx, but when we reached there... no matter how strong I thought I was, my mind and heart weren't prepared for that place.

Waiting a little bit is okay, but when you take that step, please don't hesitate. I shamed the range with my actions, and my spirit fell along with it. I hope my cowardice body and flimsy accumulations will help the next spirit beast not to falter.."

Yang Qing stepped over the ephemeral boundary and walked into the territory covered by the hallowed ground. The voices grew both in number and clarity that he could almost feel their frames of mind before they enshrined themselves.

The voices felt more alive the deeper he walked into the place. The air was cooler with a solemnness around it filled with dusk-

like ethereal mist mixing in with the trees, shrubs, grass, and the ground.

Yang Qing absorbing the emotion and intent left behind, suddenly stopped as he detected the presence of a figure a few hundred meters ahead of him.