The Three-Step Threshold

Though the trajectories were chaotic, they were not entirely random.

They were like countless raging rivers, crashing wildly within fixed riverbeds.

As long as one found the pattern of those riverbeds, one could find a relatively safe route.

"Follow me."

Chu Ming opened his eyes and stepped into the turbulent-flow region first.

Every step he took landed in the "gaps" between the bands of light.

Those seemingly dangerous yet relatively stable blank areas.

At times, he had to turn sideways to avoid flame bands that abruptly changed direction; at others, he had to leap over icy turbulent currents surging up from below.

Dao Master Qingwei and Dao Master Leihuang followed closely behind, not daring to let their attention slip in the slightest.

After crossing roughly a hundred star domains, Chu Ming suddenly stopped.

Ahead, within a relatively calm bubble-like void, clear traces of battle remained.

Several broken fragments of a saber blade still burning with crimson flames lay scattered across the ground.

They belonged to the weapon of the saber-bearing man from Heaven-Burning Valley.

There was also a pool of black blood that had yet to fully congeal, emanating a dense aura of Nether death.

It was not a cultivation art of Heaven-Burning Valley. It was more like... the Dao arts of Corroding Bone City.

"They fought here." Dao Master Qingwei crouched to inspect it. "Someone from Heaven-Burning Valley was injured, and their saber was severed. The opponent used a Nether-death cultivation art with extremely strong corrosive properties."

Chu Ming swept his gaze over the surroundings.

Besides the traces of battle, there was also a trail of spatial fluctuations pointing deeper into the turbulent-flow region, left behind by the person who had taken the anchoring star marker. That person had clearly paused here briefly, perhaps observed the battle, then continued