The vegetation on each mountain peak is the same color, looking down from a high altitude.
I saw red like fire, orange like clouds, green like ink, purple like satin...
Each peak seems to have a faint mist of the same color emerging from the peak, converging towards the eighth peak in the middle. Obviously this is how the colorful clouds on the eighth peak come from.
This is the miraculous workmanship of nature, and it is also the place that everyone on this continent talks about.
Although Gu Xijiu had heard Rong Jialuo talking about the topography here, she was still shocked when she saw it with her own eyes, especially when she saw the eighth peak!
Her heart was beating fast, as if she were shocked or something else. Even she herself couldn't analyze this emotion.
Yun Qingluo was also shocked by what he saw, staring down with shining eyes: "Master Tianshi, is the mist coming out of the yellow mountain peak a poisonous miasma?"
Di Fuyi's voice was indifferent: "What do you think?"
Yun Qingluo: "..."
Gu Xijiu curled her lips slightly. This heavenly master was obviously trying to show off his secrets, or it could be said that the secret must not be leaked...
"I guess it's miasma." Yun Qingluo replied, then turned to Gu Xijiu and asked: "Miss Gu, what do you think?"
Gu Xijiu looked down and pondered for a moment: "Maybe it's not the miasma, but the essence of the mountain. The essence of the seven peaks is concentrated on the eighth peak."
"The essence of the seven peaks? Isn't it? There is no fog in other peaks, only the yellow peak of the fifth peak has it." Yun Qingluo said.
Gu Xijiu frowned.
Only on yellow peaks? How come she saw that there were several other peaks
She looked again, and then she saw more clearly that mist was steaming outward from every mountain peak. And the shape of the mist emitted by each mountain peak is different.
When she saw the shape of the mist clearly, her heart moved again.
Red is like a red bird, purple is like a swimming dragon, orange is like a tiger, yellow is like a black turtle, cyan is like a dragon... and so on.
This kind of mist is definitely not a miasma, but rather resembles the spirit of an animal.
Could it be that these seven peaks are transformed from ancient mythical beasts? The evaporating mist seems to be the spiritual energy emanating from them.
While she was thinking, Yun Qingluo seemed to remember something, and suddenly smiled apologetically at Gu Xijiu: "Miss Gu, I forgot that you are not a disciple of Heaven, and you cannot see the mist at all."
Gu Xijiu raised her eyebrows: "Huh?"
Yun Qingluo said: "I heard my father say that the eight peaks in the dark forest have spiritual energy, but only the disciples of Heaven can see it, and ordinary people cannot. Even the disciples of the Holy Lord are no exception. I forgot for a moment. This is something I shouldn’t discuss with you.”
She turned around and asked Di Fuyi: "Master Zuo Tianshi, is what Qing Luo said correct?"
Di Fuyi's eyes fell on Gu Xijiu: "How many peak auras did you see?"
He stared at her with deep eyes, as if nervous about her answer.
Gu Xijiu's heart moved: "How many did Master Zuo Tianshi see?"
"I'm asking you!"
Gu Xijiu smiled, but her words were sharp: "You ask me and I have to answer?"
Di Fuyi: "..." He had forgotten that this little girl was a little hedgehog. The harder she got, the easier it was to put up her sharp thorns and prick people.
"I can see everything." Di Fuyi finally answered her, and then asked, "What about you?"
Gu Xijiu pursed her lips and said, "You can't see even one." Before the other party could speak, she added, "What I said just now was based on what Miss Yun said."
She always feels that there is some mystery here, and her current strength is still too weak for others to notice that she is different...
(End of chapter)