The mist harmed the soul. Most living beings who had entered before had died because their souls were too severely injured, so there were few wounds on the surfaces of their corpses. Their true fatal injuries lay within their seas of consciousness.
Fan Lang used the power of the Divine Soul Pearl to protect his soul, allowing him to move safely through the mist. Without the Divine Soul Pearl's protection, the soul he had sent here would probably have perished long ago.
Because the mist obstructed and distorted all forms of perception, Fan Lang's connection to his own soul was incredibly faint, like the glow of a firefly—appearing and disappearing intermittently.
Fan Lang searched bitterly all the way, encountering many corpses along the road, most of them insectoid.
The Armor Whisker Bug Nest had sent many insectoids in to explore back then, and they had all died here.
After searching for quite some time, Fan Lang's connection with his soul suddenly grew much stronger. This meant the distance between them had shortened. His spirits lifted, and he accelerated. Yet before long, the connection faded again, meaning the distance between them had increased rather than decreased.
Flying through the mist without accurate positioning was like a headless fly darting about at random. Every method of locating oneself failed here. Meeting up with his soul was no easy task.
Fan Lang suppressed his irritation and searched patiently for a long time more. At last, he found a lead and located his own soul!
This soul had suffered greatly in the mist and been worn down over a long period. It had already faded considerably. If Fan Lang had come any later, it might have completely dissipated within the mist.
"At last I found you. Man and God as One!"
Fan Lang seized