Su Mo's expression darkened. Never mind finding the Blood Pattern Seed—he was having trouble even getting out.
"This is bad!"
Su Mo's face was grave. The Misty Mountain Range was indeed terrifying, worthy of being one of the continent's ten great forbidden lands.
A moment later, Su Mo descended and landed in the forest once more.
Then, Su Mo flew slowly through the forest. Every few dozen zhang, he swung his sword, leaving a slash mark on the trees he passed.
After advancing like this for half an hour, Su Mo unexpectedly found his own sword marks on the trees ahead. He had circled back again.
"This won't do. The space here is twisted too severely. Unless I understand the mysteries of this space, I simply cannot get out!"
Su Mo calmed down, then urged his Netherworld Demonic Eyes Martial Soul with all his might and carefully examined the space ahead.
The trajectories of the spatial distortions became crystal clear to Su Mo beneath the Netherworld Demonic Eyes Martial Soul.
However, perhaps due to the mist's influence, the paths of those distortions constantly shifted as well, making their patterns difficult to grasp.
After a while, Su Mo had gained some understanding of the spatial distortion patterns and began stepping through the air.
Su Mo's advance was rather peculiar. After taking ten steps, he moved two steps to the left, went forward another five steps, then took three steps to the right before advancing several more steps.
Su Mo was moving entirely according to the trajectories of the spatial distortions. Though this method was slow, it proved remarkably effective.
At first glance, Su Mo seemed to be walking in circles, but only he knew that his path was actually a straight line.
He still left a sword mark every few dozen