Stepping into the mist, Ye Lin released his divine sense.
The vast divine sense of the Quasi-Saint realm surged forward like a tide, rapidly spreading in all directions.
Yet after penetrating less than a hundred li into the mist, he felt an intense sense of obstruction and tearing.
Deep within the mist, the outlines of enormous creatures could vaguely be seen moving slowly, emanating an aura that made his heart palpitate.
Walking through this mist was like passing through an ever-changing abstract painting.
To the left, golden Sword Qi and azure vines slaughtered one another, evolving into a forest of blades and swords.
To the right, crimson magma and dark-blue ice eroded each other, forming an ice-and-fire Purgatory.
Overhead, heavy ochre cloud-mountains and light pale-violet flowing winds chased one another.
Beneath their feet, the solid rocky ground would sometimes turn illusory like water's surface, and sometimes become as hard as black iron.
As they walked, Ye Lin's group of four even encountered so-called law creatures.
These creatures had no bodies of flesh and blood.
They were bizarre products formed when certain laws condensed together.
Some were shaped like leopards, their entire bodies burning with undying flames. Some were composed wholly of sharp golden energy and moved as fast as lightning. Others were mysterious creatures that could silently blend into the mist, invisible to the eye.
At first, these law creatures still did not dare approach Ye Lin's group. They were wary of the Quasi-Saint auras emanating from the four of them.
Quasi-Saints still carried at least a little deterrent force here.
But as they ventured deeper, some particularly powerful individuals began to launch probing attacks.
Suddenly, a ten-zhang-long spirit of thick earth, shaped like an earth dragon, burst violently from the ground.
It opened its terrifying blood-filled maw and bit