So now, as long as I headed toward areas where the spiritual energy had been replenished, I should be able to avoid falling into the turbulent zones. Of course, it would be a grave mistake to naively think that being inside a spiritual-energy space meant I was safe. The cracks only lasted for a limited time. Once the spatial Rubik's Cube here stopped thrashing about—once it stopped rotating, scraping against and damaging the outside world, and producing cracks—it would dive back into the sea.
By then, everyone in this place would be dragged into the sea with it. They would have to wait until an entire sixty-year cycle had passed, when the fluctuations of the demonic-energy tide activated it again, allowing it to bubble back up and breathe in fresh space.
We did not have much time.
I quickly rushed to the foot of the Fifth Peak. There were still stone steps climbing up the mountain, though most had been destroyed in the fighting. Only a small portion remained, its traces broken and intermittent as they continued toward the ruins atop the peak, recounting the former grandeur and magnificence of the Clouddream Immortal Sect.
There were also many excavated hollows at the foot of the mountain. It seemed everyone believed there were abandoned cave abodes or something similar left behind here. Whenever I found a gap in the mountainside, I flew inside to investigate, only to discover that most of them were entrances to cave abodes, with not the slightest passage leading underground.
The Clouddream Immortal Sect was simply too vast. At this rate, trying to find the place where the Grand Elder had died in meditation through brute force within a few days was practically impossible. And if some nameless nobody happened to find it and stored that spatial