A sudden flash of spiritual brilliance in the distant sky, and a two-claw long cyan rainbow swiftly moved above the seas of fog which stretched for a hundred miles.
After the splendor converged, a young cultivator dressed in a scholar's jacket appeared; it was Han Li.
With a bamboo tube on his back, he peered ceaselessly into the dense fog below him.
Everywhere his eyes reached, it was all a white blur, completely obscuring his view.
Han Li's eyebrows raised, a blue light flickered in his pupils, and shortly after, his expression turned grim.
"This Ku Zhu Island indeed has its tricks; even using Brightsight Spirit Water, I can't fully penetrate the restrictive formations below. The Ten Thousand Trees Great Array is truly deserving of its reputation," he murmured to himself.
