"This... is the Lost Mist Realm?"
Xu Kun looked toward the land shrouded in white mist in the distance, slightly shocked.
It truly was a sea of mist. And that white fog was no ordinary fog—Xu Kun could clearly sense fluctuations of soul power mixed within it.
The white mist was merely the visible obstruction.
Yet only upon drawing close could one discover how strange it was. It was an eerie white fog capable of ruthlessly suppressing even soul perception!
Even the top experts of the myriad races would lose their sense of direction upon entering this mist realm.
"Let's go. We need to hurry," Yang Chan urged.
"Why?" Xu Kun asked in confusion.
"Half of the Lost Mist Realm lies outside the Myriad Races Battlefield, while the other half lies within it. Only when the gates of the Myriad Races Battlefield open does it reveal its complete territory. At all other times, the Lost Mist Realm is incomplete!"
Huh? That was a thing?
But after giving it some thought, Xu Kun accepted the explanation.
After all, everything he had learned before indicated that if he wanted to bring Shen-bao back, he had to wait until the War of the Myriad Races began.
He had been confused before. From what he knew, even when the War of the Myriad Races was not underway, treasure-hunting enthusiasts from every race would still enter the Lost Mist Realm, a place known as an absolute forbidden zone.
Now, he understood.
His Shen-bao naturally existed within the complete Lost Mist Realm. One could even say she was in the Myriad Races Battlefield.
But it could not be divided by any precise boundary, because the Myriad Races Battlefield itself was not a separate plane from Blue Star's perspective. Rather, it was another plane connected to Blue