Discovered! Unwilling to Clash Head-On

Still, he finally got his chance.

The next day, during a change of watch at a hidden sentry post.

Su Ming caught that opening—three breaths.

Only three breaths.

Within those three breaths, an extremely brief blind spot would appear in the detection formations' coverage.

He did not know whether this blind spot was a flaw in the formations or a mistake in their operation.

But whatever the cause, it was his only chance.

He moved.

He compressed Primordial Dragon Travel to its utmost limit, using it not to fly, but to move.

His figure glided soundlessly through the darkness, like a fish swimming through the deep sea.

Chaos spiritual energy circulated around him without stirring a single ripple.

Three breaths.

He passed through the first detection formation's coverage.

Instead of pressing deeper, he stopped in the gap between two formations.

This was an exceedingly narrow pocket of safety.

The warning formations' detection ranges surrounded him on every side, but as long as he remained still, he would not trigger them.

Su Ming pressed himself behind a floating boulder, drawing his body into its shadow.

His heartbeat was slow, so slow it had almost stopped.

His body temperature was low, so low it was indistinguishable from the surrounding chaos spiritual energy.

He waited.

For the next opening.

That day, he passed through thirteen formations and evaded nine hidden sentry posts.

Every opening lasted only a few breaths, and every movement demanded calculations precise to a hair's breadth.

Fine beads of sweat seeped from his forehead, only to be evaporated by the chaos spiritual energy the moment they emerged.

The light of day!

No, there was no daylight in the Black Domain.

Su Ming could only judge the time by his own internal clock.

It was roughly his eleventh day inside the