(A new volume has begun. What follows will be a journey to the True Ghost Realm. Fellow readers, please accompany Qin Fengming as he embarks on a new chapter of his cultivation journey.)
The mist here was dense, making it impossible to see far. Once one ventured deep inside, it was very easy to become lost within it.
Xiao Bing was clearly familiar with this place. After entering the mist, she did not pause in the slightest. White radiance flickered around her, carrying Qin Fengming as they drifted toward the depths of the mist.
Their flying speed was not fast, but even a Divine Connection cultivator pursuing them with all his strength might not necessarily catch up.
At such a speed, flying through an obstructed region where neither the eyes nor divine sense could reach far, no one would dare proceed so boldly without being extremely familiar with the surrounding terrain.
However, Qin Fengming could also guess that Xiao Bing's so-called familiarity might not mean she knew the locations of the mountains and rivers here. Rather, she knew some hidden conditions within the mist and could determine the direction of their destination through subtle changes in the mist's aura.
Qin Fengming could not be bothered to investigate the details within the mist. He did not need to cast any spell; he simply relaxed his body and let himself be carried along by a mass of material that felt somewhat furry.
As they went deeper into the mist, Qin Fengming gradually sensed spatial aura.
As they flew onward, the chill within the mist grew increasingly severe. The originally tranquil mist also grew more and more turbulent.
They flew for tens of thousands of miles before Qin Fengming suddenly sensed a piercing howl of wind coming from the depths of the mist.