Fan Lang had previously used all kinds of methods to investigate that patch of mist. He had used incarnations and his primordial spirit, but not a suicide squad, because he had felt there was no need.
Many people had entered the mist before, and every one of them had gone in never to return. There had even been Upper Gods among them.
Even if they formed a suicide squad and sent it in, it would most likely be nothing more than a trip to their deaths.
Fan Lang personally arrived at the area where the mist was located. Heavy forces guarded the place, and outsiders were strictly forbidden from approaching. Naturally, he was no outsider.
After so many days, the mist had not changed much. It was still the same as before.
The fog was extremely dense, even somewhat viscous, floating in the void and occupying a fairly small area.
"Greetings, Marshal!"
The officer stationed there took the lead in saluting Fan Lang with utmost respect. That respect came not only from their superior-subordinate relationship, but also from his admiration for Fan Lang himself. Fan Lang's prestige within the country was now at its peak, and he was worshipped by many.
Fan Lang nodded and gave a few brief instructions before coming to the edge of the mist and sitting down cross-legged. He closed his eyes, activated the hidden Divine Soul Pearl, and released his primordial spirit.
With the Divine Soul Pearl as its core, the primordial spirit's power would be greatly enhanced, and it would gain many other wondrous uses as well.
Fan Lang controlled his primordial spirit into the mist and fully activated the Divine Soul Pearl to protect it.
When he had done this in the past, his primordial spirit had lost contact the instant it entered,