Qian Renxue (71)

Qian Renxue looked in the direction he was pointing. On the distant horizon, there was an irregular fissure. It was not wide, only about half a meter across, but there was no end in sight, as if it stretched from the ground all the way into the clouds. There was no light in the fissure, and no sound, only a faint gray-white mist that slowly drifted outward. When it settled on the ground, the gray-white shrubs would wither a little more.

She walked over, held the railing of the observation point, and leaned forward slightly. Without the support of divine power, her eyesight was about the same as an ordinary mortal's, and she could only see the rough outline of the rift. She raised a hand and rubbed her eyes, then looked again, and found that the edges of the rift seemed to be writhing faintly—not shaking violently, but slowly contracting and expanding as if alive.

"Don't look at it for too long." Lin Mo walked over, holding a black device in his hand. A string of green numbers flickered on the device's screen. "The rift's gray-white mist is mildly corrosive. Ordinary people get dizzy if they stare at it too long, and Soul Masters also consume Soul Power resisting it."

Qian Renxue withdrew her gaze and turned to look at Lin Mo. She noticed Lin Mo's fingers sliding quickly over the device's screen, his fingertips a little pale, clearly marks left by gripping the device for long periods. His brows were slightly furrowed, his eyes focused, completely different from his gentle manner back in North Wind Town.

"How long has this rift been here?" Qian Renxue asked. Her voice was very calm, not deliberately raised, yet in the absolute silence it sounded especially clear.

Lin Mo pressed a button