Song Jian aimlessly walked on, covering such a long distance that he had not only wandered out of the meadow but had even reached the gate of the Divine Sword Sect at the foot of the mountain. However, all he could see before him was still just an expanse of grassland, nothing else.
His consciousness was also compressed to the extreme, only able to reach two or three meters outside his body.
Just then, the white fog in front of him suddenly changed, condensing into the shape of a hunting hound. The fog-formed hound let out a low growl and pounced towards Song Jian.
Song Jian smiled slightly, such a creature with a Combat Power of only thirty or forty was not worth using his sword on—it would be overkill.
As it approached Song Jian, a Sword Essence suddenly burst forth from the surface of his body, cutting the fog hound in two halves. With Song Jian's current strength, low-level beasts would not only struggle to injure him but even getting close to him was a far-fetched dream.
