At this very moment, in Zhou Yuanjue's eyes, the sky was a kaleidoscope of color. Countless threads, like surging tides, tangled and clustered together, filling the entire expanse.
This was the omnipresent Natural Magnetic Field.
And now, with the help of the gray fog remnant he had ingested, Zhou Yuanjue could see wisps of gray threads emerging from the colorful Natural Magnetic Field, stretching out in every direction.
"Found it."
Zhou Yuanjue muttered to himself, watching the gray threads in the sky.
He had deliberately shown an opening for two reasons: first, to speak directly with an Ancestral Level entity and gather useful information; second, to find a way to uncover the Celestial Demons' secret communication channels through direct contact.
The fact was, even with Donghua under heavy security, Celestial Demons still moved in the shadows, prying into everything that happened in the country.
