"Thank you for trusting me, fellow Daoist." Lu Xiaotian nodded politely, but made no great show of it. After all, the two sides were merely using each other for now. The other party was willing to treat a mere Mysterious Immortal like him with courtesy only because of that old monster Jiang Chen. Otherwise, how could they truly lower their heads and let him give the orders?
Lu Xiaotian had originally been at a complete loss against this withered mulberry forest. He could only vaguely sense that it was like some enormous formation—though perhaps "formation" was not quite the right word, since this one encompassed an entire region of heaven and earth.
He had even struggled to tell east from west, north from south, in this place. But Jiang Chen had led them around for more than ten days, and although the withered mulberry forest still seemed like a fog to Lu Xiaotian, it was no longer as utterly impossible to see through as before. He could now begin to feel his way around the nearer areas.
Everything within the withered mulberry forest looked much the same. Lu Xiaotian simply closed his eyes and spread his spiritual sense in every direction. As his spiritual sense expanded, the spatial power he had cultivated for many years began extending in a straight line ahead, reaching as far as possible.
In places beyond, where there was no interference, Lu Xiaotian's Primordial Spirit could easily extend tens of thousands of miles. But here, in this land saturated with a desolate aura in every direction, he pushed himself to the limit and could use spatial power to bring his spiritual sense only a little more than three hundred miles away.
Using spatial power, Lu Xiaotian left a mark of his spiritual sense three hundred miles