P.S.: Everyone, I'm sorry. The year-end has been busy, and I was already frazzled last week. I estimate there will only be one update a day for the next few weeks.
Zhang Xiaohua had guessed correctly. It was precisely the forbidden ground He Tianshu had pointed out to him earlier.
At this moment, the white mist within the forbidden ground was still thick, completely blocking all sight. Even Zhang Xiaohua's divine sense could only seep in around the edges; he could not see anything inside.
By now, Zhang Xiaohua already knew that the white mist before him was merely one manifestation of the protective restriction. As long as the restriction could be broken, the white mist would disperse. Yet Zhang Xiaohua merely stood at a distance, with no intention of trying it.
This restriction was clearly different from the orange-red light barrier on the deserted island. If he wanted to break in, he would have to study it in great detail and act only once he was completely certain. Of course, Zhang Xiaohua believed that if he used the little sword in his hand, it would surely accomplish something. Unfortunately, the little sword was his final trump card for breaking restrictions. Now that he had learned the Dao of Formations, he naturally had to use proper methods more often. If he relied solely on brute force and such technically crude means, not only would it carry the air of forcing a bow to bend against its will and make him seem dull, but more importantly, how could he possibly master formations?
Therefore, Zhang Xiaohua was quite willing to practice more on restrictions like these.
Besides, Misty Mountain Villa was no longer Misty Sect territory. The wolfish, tigerish Righteous Path Alliance was lingering here without leaving. If he destroyed the