The space here wasn't very high, and Han Li approached the top in an instant. As he stared at the murky clouds above, he circulated his spiritual power throughout his body, and his eyes flickered with blue light, halting his streak of light.
Under the gaze of the Brightsight Water, the clouds above took on a faint blue hue, but behind these clouds, there was a thin layer of silver gauze-like material, suspended motionless in the high sky.
Could this be the restrictive formations set up by the cultivators of the spirit realm? Han Li thought, raising a hand, his five fingers spreading as an azure light sphere appeared.
In the next moment, the light sphere shot out and silently merged into the clouds.
Shortly after, Han Li clearly saw that the light sphere had passed through the silver restriction without any problems, and after flying out another dozen zhang, it seemed to hit something and spontaneously burst apart.
