The moment Su Yu crossed through the light gate, a dizzying sensation of the world spinning crashed over him.
The space around him seemed to twist and tear under an unseen hand, and the Yunlan Sect disciples who had followed close behind vanished like bubbles.
After forcibly suppressing his churning blood and qi, he found the scene before him had completely changed—
Dense, solid-looking gray-white mist shrouded the surroundings. Anything more than ten paces away was blurred beyond recognition.
The damp fog carried a hint of decay. Every breath left a faint taste of rust on his tongue.
Su Yu immediately held his breath and focused, spreading his spiritual sense around him like a rising tide.
Thanks to his powerful Soul Power, Su Yu's spiritual sense was far stronger than that of other martial artists at his level.
Though he was only at the Spirit Condensation Realm Sixth Layer Peak, his spiritual sense could already cover a radius of forty li—almost the limit for an ordinary Spirit Condensation Realm Ninth Layer Peak martial artist.
However, this sea of mist stretched far beyond Su Yu's expectations.
He traveled through the thick fog for an hour, yet the scenery around him remained unchanged, as though he had fallen into some sort of spatial maze.
Just as he was considering whether to change direction, his spiritual sense suddenly caught an unusually pure fluctuation of spiritual energy from the upper right.
This is... Su Yu's gaze sharpened, and without hesitation, he used Thousand Illusory Shadows.
His figure flickered, splitting into dozens of indistinct afterimages that raced through the mist.
Wherever he passed, his fierce aura tore the fog into streaks of empty space, only for the mist rolling in behind him to fill them in an instant.
About fifteen minutes later, the thick fog