Somewhere in the midst of the gray fog, a white-robed man roamed around.
He flew across the skies, throwing himself at the unknown in order to find a way to the other side.
Yet, days passed, and he couldn't make any progress.
No matter how he searched, there was no path to the other side. However, he knew it was extremely important for the future of his family because a descendant of his deemed his people so important that if they were not safe and sound, his cultivation path might be hindered.
Hence, it didn't matter if it took days or months.
Using his soul body and his real body, he traversed the entire edge of the fog.
His main body made a trip back home every now and then, but as for the soul body, it perpetually remained in this fog.
