The Flying Ship sailed onward, and before long, everyone heard the roar of rushing water.
Looking ahead, they saw a great mass of white vapor stretched out before them like a city wall.
As they drew closer, Bai Mo reached out to touch it, feeling an icy chill.
"Clouds?"
Brother Gao nodded.
"The barrier between the Inner and Outer Sects is this very cloud wall."
The Flying Ship plunged into the clouds, and their vision was filled with nothing but a vast expanse of white.
Bai Mo felt it more keenly. Even his Divine Thought could only extend about thirty feet here.
Clearly, the cloud wall held some unknown mysteries.
As if sensing something, Brother Gao turned back to look at Bai Mo, surprised by his fluid control of Divine Thought.
"Inside this cloud wall, it's best not to extend your Divine Thought. There's something strange in the clouds that can confuse one's senses."
