The rolling white mist covered up everything in the area. Qianye’s vision could only penetrate several hundred meters, far from being able to see through everything—this area was not even the edges compared to the entire region.

From the air, one could see that the white mist had covered up the entire blessed land and was expanding constantly. Not only was its area expanding, but the wall of mist was also growing taller.

The white mist’s disruption to the senses reminded Qianye of the Misty Wood. That place was strange but still within acceptable limits. This white mist, however, gave Qianye an unusual cold feeling—it was like a mutual rejection.

Qianye’s origin powers, be it daybreak or darkness, were extremely pure. He was at home in almost every corner of the dark world; this was the first time he had faced any kind of rejection. Or perhaps this white mist was the actual alien?

He gazed into the depths of the fog and saw that the rolling white mist had almost condensed into a cotton-like mass. Even Qianye’s vision couldn’t see through it.

He was...