Holy Abyss Continent.
After bidding farewell to Ji Ping'an and Qin Tian, Xiao Tian Ce did not leave through a teleportation array. Instead, he traveled east.
More than fifty years had passed. Although the Holy Abyss Continent remained the front line against the Extraterrestrial Demon Clan, it no longer had the desolate appearance of fifty years ago, when not a rooster could be heard for a thousand miles.
Now, the farther east he went, the more people he encountered. Xiao Tian Ce could see for himself that the people living here no longer wore the same numb expressions as before. Instead, smiles occasionally appeared on their faces.
Moreover, because the Great Thousand World had gained the upper hand over the Extraterrestrial Demon Clan during the past fifty-odd years, quite a few merchant associations had established themselves on the Holy Abyss Continent.
The sight clearly put Xiao Tian Ce in a good mood. Although his strength had already reached the peak of the late-stage saint-grade Heavenly Sovereign realm, he still felt compassion for ordinary people-or rather, for the weak.
Whoosh!
His figure slipped into the void, and he left the Holy Abyss Continent.
Three days later, Xiao Tian Ce arrived at the center of the Great Thousand World. Looking at the dense fog before him, he estimated that visibility was less than three meters.
Furthermore, the fog did not merely obscure his vision. It even obstructed his Soul Power probes.
Normally, with the strength of his Soul Power, he could cover an entire continent in an instant.
But now, his Soul Power could reach only a hundred meters.
What strange fog. It can actually obstruct my Soul Power to this extent, Xiao Tian Ce thought.
Then he walked forward a few meters, his brows drawing ever tighter. No matter which direction