The fog was so thick he could not see his hand in front of his face.
Jiang Man had no choice but to focus on his immediate surroundings first.
No matter how momentous the events outside, he would only need to face them if he made it back safely.
His life came first.
Although he often told Old Huang that he had Heaven-Defying Fortune.
When something actually happened, how could he dare gamble on luck?
Then he circulated the True Martial Art.
Every aspect of Jiang Man's abilities improved.
But no matter how he probed with his senses, he could detect nothing around him.
Fog.
Everything was fog.
And not just ahead of him-even the ground beneath him was fog to his senses.
Yet when he took a step, his foot landed solidly on the ground.
Before his foot landed, that spot had clearly been fog to his senses too.
"Strange. Far too strange." Jiang Man could not make sense of it no matter how he thought.
Afterward, he tried all sorts of spell arts, but none could disperse the fog.
Nor could he glimpse what lay outside.
He could not see his hand before his face, and his entire body seemed to have melted into the fog.
He even tried running some distance using Wandering Dragon.
But it had no effect whatsoever.
There was nothing but fog, and more fog.
He could not even find somewhere to cultivate in secret.
He could not dig into the ground either.
As for the sky.
He had actually flown upward on his sword too.
But that had yielded nothing either.
The fog remained fog.
Unless he had not flown high enough.
Yet the higher he went, the stronger an inexplicable sense of danger became.
This was a mysterious Immortal Abode, after all.