A boundless sea of clouds and mist surged forth, billowing like a tide and as soft as cotton, carrying with it an indescribable sense of ancient desolation.
The mist was not mere mundane water vapor. Within it flowed and shifted wisps of faint, silvery Dao Rhyme. As it touched the skin, it faintly resonated with the Magical Power in his body.
Qi Yun's gaze was clear. The Dao Rhyme of Daluo Heaven naturally circulated around him, keeping the encroaching mist a full three feet from his body.
He remained Immovable, no matter how fiercely it surged against him.
A few breaths later, the churning mist before him was slowly parted, as if by an invisible hand.
It gradually thinned and receded.
His view suddenly opened up.
Qi Yun raised his gaze, his expression freezing for an instant.
