128 A sad legend about love (1/2)

Continuing forward, after a while mist began to slowly appear, the further they went in. Along with it was even a rising freezing temperature.

There was a legend in the North, that explains as to how and why this mist always surrounds it, and why it is always accompanied by the freezing cold.

The legend talked about two lovers, a human and a really rare race, the Spirit Race, a race that is originally nothing but nothing special, in fact you can find them anywhere, as rocks, trees, water, lakes and seas, and even mountains. Of all of those the last ones are the most difficult to awaken, to be enlightened by the dao.

A young human cultivator was roaming around, simply killing time while observing mountains, and drinking from lakes. Always with a warm smile on his face.

He had seemed to be enjoying himself, but all the things he touched, all the things that approached him, they were all frozen solid.

He was not doing it on purpose, he had actually been born this way. Even gods wanted to take him as their disciple, but in the end he was taken away by an almighty cultivator that specialised in freezing techniques, his were even above the various sects and clans of that time.

No sect or clan had even dared to say anything, as the man had simply charged through the defences of the Dragon Race, so they thought they would take care of him, which never happened.

The dragon race that was also interested in the boy had suddenly lost all interest, which puzzled all the other races greatly, but none dared to say anything.

The legend stated that while he was roaming around in a forest, he chanced upon a mist. A mist that was moving on its own.

He thought it to be a demon, so he attacked without hesitation. But surprisingly he was unable to harm it in the slightest, only making it attack him instead.

After fighting for a few rounds, he was finally able to cause damage to the mist, to disperse it.