This is the three hundred and sixty-seventh year since Ding Huan left the Fog Realm.
With the speed at which the Cosmic Pot bolsters his own Great Dao, in over three hundred years, he has traversed countless planes and passed through numerous Cosmic Walls.
But today, Ding Huan had to stop.
He had a feeling that he had been wandering in this piece of the Void for at least thirty years.
It's as if he's encountered a ghostly wall, unable to leave this part of the Void.
Yet his Divine Will clearly faced no obstacles, and there was not the slightest anomaly when he controlled the Cosmic Pot to fly.
The feeling of wandering in circles for decades was entirely an intuition and a sensitivity to the Law of All Things.
He was certain he had been to this exact spot more than once.
What surprised him even more was that he was unable to make a Void position mark in this part of the Void.
