Deep within the Myriad Transformations Source Eye, the chaos mist was too dense to disperse.
It was as though a single step had plunged them out of reality and into the Primordial Chaos Era, when heaven and earth were still undivided and the clear and turbid remained mingled.
Only eternal obscurity and deathly silence remained.
From within the dense mist came occasional howls and mournful cries that made their hair stand on end.
Those sounds seemed to rise from the Ninefold Nether Hell, yet also resembled the roars of Primordial Ferocious Beasts crossing endless ages of time and space, scraping sharply against their divine souls.
Huang Ruoxi, Su Qinglian, and the others felt their hearts tremble and had to circulate their divine power at full strength to protect their minds.
Only Ye Tian remained composed as he walked through the boundless mist.
Against the gray backdrop of chaos, his spotless white robes stood out conspicuously.
No dazzling divine radiance erupted around him, but golden qi-blood, as vast as a Star Sea and as mighty as the birth of the universe, flowed naturally within his body, emitting a gentle, eternal glow.
Like an undying lamp lighting the path ahead, it dispelled the surrounding chill and eeriness.
It also kept Huang Ruoxi and the others safely sheltered within its light.
The Dark Blade Sprite hovered over Ye Tian's shoulder, vigilantly sensing their surroundings as he spoke in a low voice.
"Master, be careful. There's something strange about this mist. Not only can it confuse divine sense, it also seems capable of shaping reality and illusion, breeding evil entities."
Before he had finished speaking!
"Help! Please save me!"
The mist ahead churned violently.
A youth in tattered clothes, his face filled with terror, stumbled out of it and ran toward Ye Tian's group.