He could feel the palpable aura of fear and despair that had surrounded those mountains like a fog. Other than that, he could feel the arrays along with something he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was but every mountain could eviscerate his existence within an instant. He even had serious doubts he would survive even if he had the three saint-grade artifacts with him.
"How do they work here all year round," wondered Yang Qing.
He steeled himself and immediately stepped forward into the open spatial tunnel.
"All the best young judge," said one of the elders.
Yang Qing nodded gratefully toward them as he could feel the encouraging gazes from each one of them.