[You sigh in resignation and halt your progress, gazing from a distance. In this place, you can only rely on your physical sight. Your spiritual sense is hindered and could risk being damaged. But even with physical sight, your vision does not extend far, as if you were an ordinary person shrouded in thick fog.]
[It could be said that even mighty emperors are no different from mortals when they face matters far beyond their understanding. This world is so ruthless – without reaching the extreme realm, dangers to life always exist, filled with too many incomprehensible things.]
[While you wait in silent vigilance, you notice that the black fog in the Primordial Sacred Land begins to thicken, becoming a significant threat. Consequently, you retreat, attempting to avoid annihilation by the fog.]