Heavenly Tomb was not like an ordinary Small World, a clear and bright realm. There were no sun, moon, or stars here, no mountains, rivers, vegetation, or trees—not even the concepts of sky and earth.
This place was more like the chaos before heaven and earth had been created, a vast expanse made up of endless gray mist. Here, you could not even distinguish east, south, west, and north, much less find the center of the Heavenly Tomb.
Green Luo looked at me fearfully, pitiful and helpless. "Alliance Leader, your soul power is so strong. You can definitely find the center of the Heavenly Tomb, right?"
I decisively shook my head. Although my soul power was not suppressed by the mist, this place was far too vast. Everywhere was mist—boundless, endless mist. There was not even a single landmark. How was I supposed to find the center of the Heavenly Tomb?
Everyone panicked upon hearing this. Even I could not find the center of the Heavenly Tomb, so how were they, whose soul power could only extend less than ten steps and who were practically blind with their eyes open, supposed to find it?
"However..."
I pondered for a moment. "Huo Zhi, which direction does the Mist Storm usually blow?"
Huo Zhi was sharp. The moment she heard it, she understood what I meant, but she gently shook her head. "The wind direction of the Mist Storm is not fixed. It does not necessarily move in one direction. We cannot determine the location of the Heavenly Tomb's center based on the Mist Storm's direction alone."
My heart sank. Among our group, Huo Zhi undoubtedly knew the most about the Heavenly Tomb, yet even she was at a loss. This time, there was nothing even she could do.
After all, this