Above the Mysterious Fog from which Pang Jian had departed.
The soul tides of the quagmire surged and churned, endlessly spreading around, yet not delving deep into the Misty Sea.
It was like another heaven, covering a vast area of the Misty Sea. Some god spirits with different alien powers sent forth probing insights, trying to confirm Pang Jian's location after he fell into the Mysterious Fog.
But no trace could be found.
Every Alien God Spirit, upon falling into the Misty Sea, would be whimsically tossed by the Power of Great Tao, instantly appearing in an unknown region.
Those who ventured deep into the Mysterious Fog would be lost in a moment.
Only those with a special sense of the outer entities and who had made ample preparations beforehand had a chance to rely on that sense to confirm their coordinates, knowing which way was up and which way was down.
Thus, they could avoid being lost and had hope of escaping the Misty Sea to return to the skies above.
