The world lay wrapped in endless mist, its water-attributed energy exceptionally dense. Before long, Xiao Le's hair was beaded with droplets.
The farther in he went, the more deeply Xiao Le furrowed his brow. The mist thickened with every step, and each breath dragged water vapor into his lungs. It was horribly uncomfortable.
Xiao Le felt as though he were swimming underwater. His soul force could no longer probe ahead, and he couldn't even see himself; all he could make out was a blank expanse of white.
Lost in the mist, Xiao Le stumbled around like a headless fly. Ten days passed, and he had made no progress at all.
"Beast Venerable, can your soul force reach out?" Xiao Le had no choice but to ask Beast Venerable for help.
He sensed a faint surge of soul force probing outward. A moment later, Beast Venerable's voice sounded in his mind, tinged with a little more gravity and yearning.
"This place is strange. Even I can't probe more than half a meter ahead. The mist seems almost sentient. Still, I can sense a magical beast's soul fluctuation in that direction. It's very peculiar!"
A magical beast?
Could this misty valley have been created by a magical beast? Following Beast Venerable's directions, Xiao Le continued forward. If there was a living creature here, things would be easier, no matter how strong it was.
Xiao Le could clearly feel the mist growing denser than before. The source was obviously up ahead.
He didn't know how long he had been walking. By now, his chest felt tight and his breathing was shallow, as though he were suffocating. He had been using Dou Qi to keep his body functioning all along.
A strange boulder as large as a washbasin came into view. It was glossy