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Under the shocked gazes of the two individuals, Cao Zhen had already soared into the air, plunging headfirst into the thick fog.

Cao Zhen was not entering the fog for the first time. Previously, when he was in the Great Lai Dynasty, he had already entered the fog. Over there, as soon as he entered the fog, he would immediately feel as if he were swimming against the current. Countless waves of white fog seemed to lash out, constantly beating against him, thrusting him toward the outside.

Now, as he entered the fog here, he felt as if he was riding the current into the heart of the surging waves. He didn't even need to channel mana; endless forces were propelling him to fly far away.

The other end of the boundless fog.

There, right on the edge of the beach, at this moment, a group of Golden Core Stage cultivators had convened.