The Great Cold Disaster Realm suppresses the overflow of spiritual power.
Gu Shen, however, was using array patterns to perceive, copying the "Qingzhong Cemetery" map in his mind and reproducing it.
"This is..."
Bai Lu paused slightly in surprise.
After Gu Shen tapped his fingers, she felt a heat on her brow, and then the fog over the snowfield in front of her eyes seemed to clear up a lot. The road she had taken, and even those she hadn't yet, spread out in her Spirit Sea.
"A map, though not complete, but enough to find the scattered Transcendents," Gu Shen commented with a smile, right after he finished speaking.
Suddenly, a stream of data poured into his own mind.
This map, which lit up nearly ninety percent of the Snowfield and included some parts shrouded in dark fog, began to dissipate slowly... Someone had completed the missing part of the Qingzhong Mausoleum map and transmitted it into his mind.
"Chu Ling?"
Gu Shen was both surprised and delighted.
