Hou Niao slowly approached the layer of green mist without rushing in. With his limited understanding of spiritual treasures, this was not something that brute force could solve.
The green mist was very apparent from afar, but since it was called mist, it naturally had a process of turning from light to dense. He reached out his hand to feel the sensation of the green mist, unsure if he was now within it or how to truly enter it.
But since there was no resistance, perhaps he could get a little closer?
So, he moved a bit closer, feeling it again... closer still, touching it... until his entire body was surrounded by the dense green mist.
From the perspective of several cultivators nearby, this person was undoubtedly a visitor from the Upper Realm, as he drifted into the green mist without hesitation, just like a furtive person sneaking into a green shroud, wavering in decision yet his body acting honestly.
