White Stone Vein.
Mist Central Zone.
Dense Elemental Mist filled Ian's vision.
Though his physical sight did not seem to have diminished much, his spiritual perception and the sensation of being suppressed all over told him that he was already close to the core zone.
"However, the Four Symbols Power seemed quite resistant to this kind of external interference."
Ian murmured.
According to the Academy's information, ordinary Second Ring Wizards could be suppressed by as much as fifty percent here, but he felt that he was suppressed by at most twenty percent.
It could only be said that the Four Symbols Sacred Body was indeed strong enough to resist such outside interference.
Of course, Ian had not come here today to observe the mist.
Ian looked into the distance.
Not far away stood a cluster of small peaks, perhaps one or two hundred meters tall. In this extraordinary world, where mountains easily rose thousands of meters high, they were exceedingly ordinary.
But after Ian repeatedly confirmed it, this should have been the laboratory's final location.
He slowly moved forward.
The mountain peaks gradually came into Ian's view.
However, Ian did not rush in. He first confirmed that there was no one around before returning.
His spiritual power stirred.
A mysterious ripple of spiritual power slowly spread into the surroundings.
The ripple was peculiar, changing over and over like a password.
As the ripple of spiritual power spread outward, a patch of ground not far away actually began to churn, gradually revealing a passage leading underground.
"So it really is here."
Ian's eyes lit up.
He swiftly reached the passage and looked down. It was pitch-black and bottomless, with a decayed stench drifting out as though it had lain dormant for thousands of years.
Ian made a slight movement.
A gentle