Chapter 59: Final Part 4

The short, neckless cultivator ventured deeper into the ominous black mist that enveloped the mountain. The trees around him were lifeless, their branches bare and twisted like gnarled fingers reaching out towards the sky. The air was thick with the scent of decay and damp earth.

As he walked, the cultivator's senses were on high alert. He could hear the faintest rustle of leaves beneath his feet and the distant sound of water trickling down the mountainside. Suddenly, he felt a presence behind him. He spun around just in time to see several cultivators lunging towards him with their weapons drawn.

With lightning-fast reflexes, the short cultivator dodged their attacks and countered with a swift punch to the head, sending one of his assailants crashing to the ground. The others quickly retreated, but the cultivator knew they wouldn't give up so easily.

He quickened his pace, his heart pounding in his chest as he scrambled up the steep incline. The higher he climbed, the heavier his le