The thick mist made it impossible to see clearly. It was easy to get lost, difficult to determine one’s position, and hard to follow any set route. This was a world inside of a fresco.0

But Xu Qing’s facial expression remained the same as ever. Upon entering the fresco, the feeling he experienced thanks to the mist and fog wasn’t something new to him.0

This is like a combination of the characteristics of the second and third worlds. Put precisely... it’s like something in between the second and third worlds, a unique place with a sky inside of a sky. A world inside of a world.1

Xu Qing looked down and activated his space-time canon. His thoughts rose to a higher level, and dropped down into the mist, taking his fleshly body with him. He pierced through the mist for a while. The mist thinned, and eventually, it didn’t block his line of sight anymore.2

An enormous mountain appeared in front of him. It was pitch black and had no man-made stairs on it. There was no vegetation growing on it, leaving it bare and stark. It was almost like... the spine of this world.0

However, there were many warding spell fluctuations...0