Si Lingle donned a deep purple cloak, her entire body enveloped in a faint demonic aura, disguised as a low-level member of the Demon Clan.
Just upon entering the Youxiang Mountain Range, a pungent and slightly sweet scent rushed toward her; this was the source of "Youxiang."
This fragrance wasn't as fresh and pleasant as the floral scents of the mundane world; instead, it was a mixture of various peculiar Magic Plants' aromas, intermingled with a faintly bloody scent, making one's heart involuntarily shiver.
The surrounding air was unusually humid, as if countless invisible hands were gently caressing the skin, sticky and cold.
The ground was filled with oddly shaped stones that emitted a faint glow; some were dark red, others a deep blueish hue. Their surfaces were etched with mysterious runes, seemingly containing some powerful Magic Power.
The strange fragrance in the mountains could bewilder a cultivator's Divine Sense, but was ineffective against the Demon Clan.
