Seven days passed in the blink of an eye.
Wisps of white haze seeped from the deepest reaches of the forest, drifting gently outward until they spread across and shrouded the land.
The familiar, chilling stillness of death settled over the entire mountain forest once more.
Li Yun, who had been waiting outside the forest, saw it and his eyes lit up. Without hesitation, he called out to Saint Emperor Guangling, then flashed into the trees and soon vanished into the White Mist.
Entering this mist-shrouded forest again, Li Yun was worlds apart from the man he had been before, both in strength and in state of mind.
Previously, once the White Mist grew dense enough, it could penetrate the light of his 399-zhang Emperor Nature and even twist his perception without his noticing.
It could no longer do that.
The vast power of his 599-zhang Emperor Nature drew inward with a roar, forming an invisible, intangible golden Barrier around him.
Every wisp of White Mist that approached was crushed and evaporated before it could even touch the light of his Emperor Nature.
He walked calmly through the boundless white haze, moving faster than on any of his previous explorations.
He knew the White Mist would not last long. This time, he intended to see whether he could uncover all its secrets, so he deliberately picked up his pace.
He abandoned some of the less necessary tests altogether.
As long as neither the White Mist nor the deathly aura within it could touch him, that was enough.
Sure enough, this time he noticed something.
He had a faint sense that all the deathly aura mixed into the White Mist came from the same direction.
It was a direction he had never explored before.
Without hesitation, Li Yun turned and sped