1801 A delayed meeting

Up ahead.

The tomb river was enveloped in fog, so much so that even the grass and trees around the riverbank were obscured.

As the fog stretched further and further, the surrounding scenery gradually became so blurred that it couldn't be seen anymore.

Two people and a sword stopped at this point to observe their surroundings.

"Is it here?" Gu Qing Shan asked.

The fog here was so thick that it was practically a wall, obscuring the sky and ground while also blocking his sight and Inner Sight.

------it was impossible to tell what might be behind the fog.

The Delimitation Divine Sword flew around and muttered: 「 This fog… is actually a Phase Realm. This should be a world that was created through the power of my sword hilt, how strange--- 」

"What's strange?" Gu Qing Shan asked.