The Heavenly Wind swept mightily, and the long night held no light. The Vast Sea surged, stretching endlessly into the distance.
Chu Mo had just materialized above a stretch of deep sea when hazy gray mist immediately descended. Water vapor withered in its wake, and fish and beasts died at its touch.
Fortunately, the mist bore no killing intent; it only sought to trap Chu Mo. Thanks to his swift reaction, he turned incorporeal just before it reached him, narrowly escaping to reappear ten thousand miles away.
"Shit, another Taboo!"
A bead of cold sweat slid down Chu Mo's forehead. Had he been even a fraction slower, he would have met his end right there.
By now, the auras trailing him had increased to nine, and their number was still growing as they intercepted him from every direction. It seemed they intended to drive him into a dead end and surround him.
Fleeing at full speed like this, even Chu Mo's immense magical power was nearly exhausted. He could barely sustain the drain of [Realm Yin-Yang].
But he dared not stop. If those Taboos surrounded him, forget three lives-even a hundred would not be enough.
"Once I reach the World Sea, I'll be safe."
Sensing those nine terrifying auras, Chu Mo's gaze flickered.
The World Sea had no fixed directions. Without a World Boat to rely on, even a Nascent Soul cultivator had to devote their full attention to anchoring their position upon entering it. If worse came to worst, he could try dying in the World Sea and let his ashes drift with the currents.
"Thirty seconds should be enough to shake these Taboos, given how fast phase positions shift in the World Sea."
His thoughts raced. Sensing that this body's fate had been locked onto again, he immediately