Su Mo felt a jolt of shock in his heart. He was clearly returning along his original path, yet he was utterly unable to return to the edge of the fog.
After a moment of silent rumpling, Su Mo's figure shot up into the sky, flying straight up toward the dome of heaven to see if he could fly out of the range of the fog.
However, Su Mo flew upward for a full quarter of an hour, not knowing how many tens of thousands of miles he had traveled, yet he still had not flown out of the range of the fog.
This place is truly bizarre! Su Mo halted, his brows furrowing deeply.
Once again circulating the Netherworld Demonic Eyes Martial Soul, Su Mo carefully scanned the surrounding space and immediately discovered a trace of profundity.
He discovered that the space within the fog here was actually slightly distorted, completely distorted without any rules.
So that's how it is!
Su Mo's heart was suddenly enlightened. Space being in a distorted state meant that there was simply no such thing as direction here, and he was completely incapable of walking in a straight line.
In other words, he had not been returning along his original path at all earlier, and he no longer knew where he had wandered.
Even flying upward probably wasn't straight up, and as he flew, the direction would distort.
I wonder where there are any Blood Pattern Seeds?
Su Mo let out a sigh. Since he had arrived, he would take things as they came. He first needed to think of a way to obtain Blood Pattern Seeds, and then figure out a way to get out.
Afterward, Su Mo flew back downward, taking merely the span of a few breaths before he landed on