Gwendolyn stood beside him. The icy divine radiance around her body stirred softly, forming a thin radiant barrier that kept the surrounding fog shut out.
She stared into the thick, almost solid mist in front of them, and her brows drew tighter. "How do we get through? The fog's too thick. Spirit sense can't penetrate it at all, and those threads of spiritual force are strange."
Jared closed his eyes and drew in a slow breath. The chaotic force inside him began to move, slow and steady. It flowed along his meridians, spread outward, and turned into an invisible purple stream that reached into the fog ahead.
Chaotic force was the primal power born when the world first opened. It contained all things, and it restrained every kind of spiritual power.
The moment those threads, woven from wood-aspected spiritual power, touched the chaotic force, they reacted like ice thrown under a blazing sun. They melted away in complete silence, leaving behind not even the faintest trace.
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