The region ahead was like crossing a river by feeling for stones beneath the water—they could only go wherever the path took them. As for what they might encounter, that depended entirely on luck.
In the blink of an eye, three months passed.
After three months of trekking, even Ye Lin and the others had no idea how far they had traveled.
In any case, it was very, very far.
The ancient road they had originally followed had gradually been swallowed by dense, glowing vines and crystal clusters, finally vanishing before a sea of seven-colored mist.
That had happened half a month ago.
Now, they had encountered another layer of mist.
This mist was anything but ordinary.
It was not condensed vapor, but a weave of solidified Law Turbulence Belts.
All manner of powerful laws intertwined, throwing this place out of balance.
They collided, merged, and annihilated one another, forming this gorgeous yet deadly barrier.
"Law Turbulence Belt."
Blade Fanatic crouched down and lightly touched a strange blade of grass soaked in the mist, half crystallized and half aflame.
"The laws here are in the disorderly state of Chaos at the dawn of creation. The spatial structure is extremely unstable. Even Quasi-Saints must tread carefully."
Blade Fanatic's words chilled Qing Luo to the bone.
Looking at the terrifying mist in the distance, she had already abandoned any thought of continuing onward.
Take a detour?
That was impossible.
Press forward?
Even Quasi-Saints had to proceed with utmost caution—let alone them.
Qing Luo drew a deep breath.
Perhaps it was time to make a decision.
"My four lords, Qing Luo thanks you for protecting us throughout this journey. Now, Qing Luo will lead her clansmen to seek out a suitable place to live nearby."
"There is no need to trouble you four