A Terrifying Presence Descends

Although Zhao Xuan had never dabbled in the path of space, his First Soul Skill faintly bore traces of it. Bone Douluo, who excelled in the path of space, could greatly reduce the duration of his First Soul Skill.

It was precisely because he understood how troublesome his First Soul Skill was that he had always held deep reverence for the mysterious path of space.

"Spatial distortion merely misleads my divine sense and sense of direction. It shouldn't leave me trapped in a maze-like state. Aside from Space Power, there must be something else here misleading me."

Zhao Xuan's gaze flickered. He tried not to use his divine sense for guidance and instead followed natural principles, using techniques such as the density of the leaves and the sun's position to find his way out. Yet after some time, his steps slowed once more.

Staring quietly at the bluestone ahead, Zhao Xuan suddenly sighed. Then a strange glint appeared in his eyes. "Sure enough, it isn't just Space Power interfering with me."

If Space Power alone were interfering with him, the most it could do was distort space. At most, it could shift forms and alter the terrain, subtly affecting Zhao Xuan's judgment.

It could also divide this space into countless sections, then silently rearrange and connect them as Zhao Xuan moved.

Yet along the way, Zhao Xuan had found no abnormalities in his surroundings, nor had the sun's position changed.

"In that case, something must be subtly altering my thoughts, making me unknowingly shift from my own position. Yet my senses and vision make me feel as though I'm still walking along the right path."

"Could this be an illusion?"

Zhao Xuan's expression shifted as he suddenly thought of Shi Nian's martial soul, Remnant Dream. Remnant Dream could pull people