Sea of Mist, Madness
But on second thought, if it posed no risk at all to Spirit Transformation cultivators, how could it deserve to be called a deathtrap?
Naturally, Fang Xiao had his own way of dealing with it.
Even if he could no longer rely on Spiritual Sense, he still had the Void Cutter Sword in hand.
The Sea of Mist could not suppress Space Force. Fang Xiao could still use the Void Cutter Sword's spatial abilities to keep track of his surroundings at any time.
However, the issue of his magical power draining away could not be ignored.
After all, searching for Yuan Chen and heading to the Cold Abyss would certainly require him to remain within the mist for a long time. Not to mention that Netherworld Land would also require replenishment of magical power.
On top of that, using his own strength alone to activate the Five Divine Peaks likewise required magical power to sustain it.
Although he had already prepared a large quantity of Spirit Milk Wine and was in no fear of magical power depletion, it was still best to conserve what he could.
That way, he could also deal with any unforeseen changes.
After all, compared to Spirit Milk Wine, using the spiritual qi within the small world to recover magical power was simply far too slow. It might not even keep up with the rate at which he expended it.
Had I known the Four Seas Spirit Veins could prevent the Sea of Mist from spreading, I should have waited until I returned from the Cold Abyss before extracting the Spirit Veins.
But since they can restrain it, perhaps they can suppress it again?
Fang Xiao then took a casket from his robes.
This casket was specifically used to store Spirit Veins.