Chapter 524: Hidden Colors
“This way,” Brock said.
“Alright.”
The three of them turned slightly, angling their flight path. They cut through the omnipresent darkness like arrows, the extremely dense Dao powerless to hinder their progress.
Through Brock’s Dao of Brohood, he could track the position of people who’d become his bros—to an extent. Thanks to the two weeks they spent in the camp before the Canal Delve, several of the other B-Grade disciples had been bebro’d, which was how the trio planned to rejoin the disciple group heading for the Hall of Trials.
“How far away do you think the actual Hall is?” Starhair asked.
“We’ve only traveled ten percent into the Dark Canal,” Jack calculated. “However, we were traveling diagonally and also fighting sometimes. If the group flew straight ahead at the speed of the slowest disciple, they must have crossed double that distance by now. I suspect we’ll catch up in an hour, at around thirty percent of the way to the end of the Dark Canal.”
The Canal was a thousand miles wide and several thousand long. With their perceptions and speed greatly limited by the extreme Dao density, exploring its entire area was close to impossible. Traveling down to its end, however, was simpler. All they had to do was fly straight ahead. Barring the various monsters blocking the path, it would take less than a day.
“Not that easy,” Brock said, furrowing his brows. “The location of our bros jumps left and right—space is warped.”
“Really?” Jack said in surprise. He focused his perception into the folds of space. At this point, he could be considered an expert on par with A-Grade space cultivators. Few people in the universe could claim to surpass him in this regard. However, even when actively looking for distortions, he came up with nothing. “Are you sure?” he asked. “Space looks fine to me.”