Dimensional Mist

"..."

Yin Ming opened his eyes and found himself still where he had been. His consciousness had not descended into the Nightmare World.

A dark red spark appeared around Ember.

He explained, "Most planes can be entered through the Nightmare World, but Fragment Planes, Abyssal Planes, and planes discovered within the last ten thousand years are exceptions."

Yin Ming: "..."

He hadn't expected there to be places without signal coverage.

The Wizard World still had a long way to go with its infrastructure!

"If I can't enter the Nightmare World, I can't get the Meditation Method beyond the Second Ring."

"All the Extraordinary Magic Beast essence blood for the Eight-Nine Mystical Art has been converted into bloodline power."

"And on a lifeless plane this dead, I can't even replenish the White-Bone Soul Banner with undead."

If he stayed on this Fragment Plane, neither his tier nor his strength could improve any further.

Yin Ming did not hesitate. He took out two External Cores capable of flight—the Winged Serpent and the Thunderwing Bird—and decided to leave the Fragment Plane.

"First Ring: Winged Serpent."

Yin Ming took out a Metal External Core.

He infused it with magic power, activating the True Blood energy within.

He transformed into a Winged Serpent, beat his wings, and flew away from the pale red mountains.

"..."

The Fragment Plane had no Crystal Wall, so he kept climbing.

The entire plane shrank to a tiny red-and-black speck.

At an altitude of over ten thousand meters, there was no air at all. He had also escaped the Fragment Plane's gravity.

The void was a vacuum, but unlike an ordinary vacuum, it held a thin trace of extraordinary elemental energy. A layer of pale Dimensional Mist shrouded it, hiding everything in the distance.

The Winged Serpent flew like an