The mist surged, supernatural factors roiled, and the little boat was like a sacred sword, plunging straight into the dark depths of space as it charged upward against the current.
Outside Wang Xuan's body, blazing light billowed, burning even the "lake water" until it steamed up and transformed into a special substance, pale and misty as it swirled around him.
The Eternal Silence Black Umbrella was boundless and profoundly black. It targeted myth, extinguished the supernatural, and even true immortals would gradually decay upon reaching this place. Black matter also permeated the area, reducing the activity of all kinds of Mysterious Factors.
Wang Xuan was also enduring boundless pressure. He was certain that even ordinary Otherkind beings would suffer a fierce impact here and find it difficult to keep ascending for long.
Now, he drew upon vast quantities of unique Super Material from behind the soil of fate. Only then could he resist the black mist and travel at a speed unimaginable to ordinary people.
"How much farther?!" Even Wang Xuan was beginning to doubt life. The great umbrella clearly looked close, yet he would soon discover ruined remnants of decaying universes continuously retreating and drifting away nearby. The black umbrella remained above them, never truly drawing closer.
Although this was not No. 1 Supernatural Source, Black Snow had begun to drift down as he ascended. It was tangible matter, not some strange spectacle.
A bone-piercing chill swept over him. Wang Xuan used a secret technique to draw in many snowflakes. They fell into the mist and melted in his hand, leaving nothing behind.
Yet the Mythological Factors nearby seemed to have frozen over, becoming utterly inactive.
"Black Snow is falling even though this isn't a Mythical Source. Does that mean I'm not far from the great umbrella?" He encouraged