North Sea, Soul Lamp
Several days later.
Over the North Sea, a flickering glimmer of spiritual light raced from south to north.
It moved so fast that not even the naked eye could catch it. Even Spiritual Sense could only detect the afterimages it left behind.
The person within that spiritual light was none other than Fang Xiao's true body, having departed from the Yuetian Sect.
Clearly, he had pushed the Void Cutter Sword's spatial power to its absolute limit.
And from the direction in which Fang Xiao was teleporting, it was not hard to tell that his destination was the Extreme North Ice Plains, where the Cold Abyss lay.
Yet just as he was about to reach the middle of the North Sea, at the former location of the Beimíng Sword Sect, he halted and stopped.
The reason he lingered here was the wall of mist before him, like a heavenly chasm stretching all the way to the horizon.
Without question, this mist wall was the Taichang Realm's famed Sea of Mist.
This was what Li Manshan had told Fang Xiao about.
According to Li Fa, although the Sea of Mist had always been expanding, it had done so slowly. Moreover, on the polar side, it had never breached the Extreme North Ice Plains.
But judging from the current situation, the Sea of Mist had stopped spreading.
Yet in the span of only a few days, it had erupted.
Not only had it swallowed the Extreme North Ice Plains, but nearly half the North Sea's waters had also vanished.
The countless cultivators who had been clearing out the demonic scourge had not even had time to react before they were all trapped within the Sea of Mist.
Only Spirit Transformation cultivators, with their sufficiently swift escape speed, had managed