Su Yang muttered under his breath. Before the words fell, his brows had already drawn together slightly. "There may be something strange within this mist."
When he had calculated earlier, the divination had faintly stagnated, as though an invisible hand were secretly tampering with it. Ahead, the Mist Barrier stood thick and heavy as a wall. Even with his quasi-Saint cultivation, his divine sense met slight resistance when probing it, and his vision extended no more than a few yards. This abnormality only stirred his interest all the more.
Seeing that Ziwei was unlikely to reach a conclusion through deduction anytime soon, he did not press her. His figure suddenly shot forward, transforming into a silver rainbow, swift as a meteor tearing through the sky. In the blink of an eye, he vanished into the mist without a trace.
"This mist can actually erode divine sense?"
Stepping on an auspicious cloud, he traveled through it. As far as the eye could see, there was only boundless whiteness—the sky had been obscured, the earth swallowed, all directions lost. He could not even distinguish above from below, left from right.
The moment his divine sense spread outward, it collided with layer upon layer of sluggish resistance, as though it had struck countless thin yet resilient gauze curtains. Inch by inch, it was bound; inch by inch, it was blocked.
Such a naturally formed phenomenon made his heart grow faintly warm. He simply stopped hurrying onward and let the auspicious cloud carry him at a leisurely pace. The sea roared beneath his feet, water vapor rising. The deeper he went, the thicker the mist became—the denser, heavier, and quieter it grew.
Splash, splash, splash...
"The wind is rising?"
The sea suddenly churned, wave crests surging high as the mist rolled and rushed along