Jiang Liu, completely unaware of all this, continued toward the place where he had sensed something unusual.
In any case, to him, going anywhere was nothing more than leaving it to luck.
After all, he did not even dare release his Divine Sense to scout ahead, so wherever he went, he had to rely on his instincts.
However, as he continued deeper, he gradually sensed subtle changes taking place around him.
The starstone, which had previously seemed utterly empty, had somehow begun to fill with waves of white mist.
Even before, it had already been exceedingly difficult for him to see into the distance from atop this starstone.
Now that the white mist had appeared, he could no longer see anything at all.
Even so, it did not affect Jiang Liu. He continued advancing toward the front.
After all, he had not come merely to seek the Chaos Sutra; he was also tempering his own body.
His persistence soon bore fruit. The flesh and blood throughout his body began to tremble even more violently.
Sensing his physical body growing stronger, Jiang Liu immediately ignored the white mist and maintained an even pace.
Gradually, without realizing it, Jiang Liu had already gone deep into the dense white mist.
However, when the white mist drew near Jiang Liu, it seemed to fear something and automatically parted, leaving a narrow gap around him.
Seeing this, Jiang Liu stopped paying attention to the white mist. After all, it had not harmed him.
He continued onward toward the position he had fixed in his mind.
However, as he went deeper, the white mist around him began to undergo changes of varying degrees.
The greatest change was that faint figures gradually began to appear within it.
However, after these figures condensed, they dispersed soon afterward.
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