In the gale, the monks had no choice but to reinforce their bodies with [Chaos] energy just to keep their footing.
They had lived their entire lives in the Mist, and had clearly never seen such a strange celestial phenomenon. One after another, they couldn't help looking up at the sky.
Golden Thunder Light tore through the Mist like a winding dragon, radiating an extraordinary might.
Ye Chenyang knew full well that this Minor Realm had been eroded by the [Chaos] energy left behind by [Formless] for so long that its fusion and evolution had become far more extreme than in ordinary minor realms.
The ever-spreading Mist was proof enough.
It would spread without end until it swallowed everything on the surface, including that towering snow mountain.
The reason the Mist concentration in the city could remain relatively low was that people were actively keeping it in check.
The locals periodically harvested the [Calamity] bred through special methods and extracted Chaos Cores from them.
Though these couldn't Dispel the Mist, the locals had found another way to use them:
By periodically triggering a Mist Tide in the outskirts, they drew the Mist beyond the city walls, preventing its concentration from growing too high and engulfing the city.
After all, in a closed Minor Realm, the total amount of Mist remained constant.
Only when the world developed an irreparable "wound" would the Mist "multiply."
That was why one theory among the authorities' upper ranks held that the Mist was a scab on the world. But because it had been contaminated by an unknown substance, it had become exceptionally dangerous.
And this place had clearly become deeply bound to the power of [Chaos].
Even the elements that were everywhere in the environment had been contaminated, leaving the celestial phenomena incomplete.
Only she