Bai Mo didn't know what this was... but he had some confidence in his heart.
"In Sequence Six cultivation, I am the first across all times!
"If even I cannot pass through this Douluo Heaven, then who can?"
He could clearly see that these patches of mist weren't anything else but densely packed Sequence characters, delicate to the extreme! Words formed by these letters spun into sentences, strung together into chapters, amassed into patches of dense fog, posing countless challenges!
He looked at the mist before him, looked at the challenge, and with a heart thought, he provided answers, seeing through the challenges, seeing through the mist.
Another challenge, another answer.
Another challenge, another answer...
This way, as he broke through challenge after challenge, layer upon layer, line upon line of mist unraveled!
Bai Mo stopped reciting.
Sweeping his gaze over the mist, wherever it landed, the mist was pierced through!
