The abyss-like darkness surged forward, a terrifying twisted force pressing down on his soul like a mountain, making his spiritual energy sluggish and the Source Law heavy.
This was the heaviest pressure Rod had ever encountered; never before had the Black Fog given him such intense stress.
At that moment, Rod suddenly understood.
No wonder Saint Longde had been unable to locate Trolian for so many years.
Even if a Primordial strong figure could fly 110,000 miles in a day, without a clear target, they could only get lost in the Black Fog.
Rod was the same.
Without the coordinates from the Heavenly Sphere Clock, without the call from his soul, he would never have arrived here.
"Master, be careful."
In the Dream Realm, the Book of Knowledge warned nervously.
"I sense danger. Such a powerful Source Black Fog is bound to give birth to even stronger monsters. The monster devouring this Dream Fragment will certainly not be weak."
