At the same time, Xiao Chen could clearly feel the morning Spiritual Qi Tide growing more intense each day, its duration extending to a full half-hour.
So much so that whenever he traveled in the mornings, he would feel a pang of regret. 'What a perfect time to be cultivating.'
But it didn't matter. Once he found a proper place to settle, he could finally go into seclusion.
'Then, I can cultivate however I want, for as long as I want.'
However, this peace was short-lived. On the evening of the fourth day, a large, dense bank of white fog once again appeared before him.
It looked quite similar to the Yin Spirit disaster he had previously encountered in the Inner Sea.
"Looks like another new Relic has opened up, but I'm afraid I won't make it this time."
Xiao Chen felt a twinge of regret as he was forced to take a detour.
Not only was he a newcomer to this area, but he didn't even know where he could find other people.
