Although it was a dreamscape, the silhouette of the Ghost Master Cave was clearly visible. Shadows flitted, lanterns flickered, exuding an indescribable eeriness.
Li Yan's heart sounded the alarm.
The Dragon Lady was also a Mortal God. Every time she enters a dream, the scene is illusory, never have the human world's essence been so palpable?
What's more, the aura of the Five Dao General directed him precisely here.
This Ghost Master Cave's forbidden ground is by no means ordinary.
He steadied his mind, his form like electricity, swiftly dashing toward the Ghost Master Cave.
As soon as he stepped into the cave, a bustling scene unfolded before him.
Bonfires blazed fiercely, the leaping flames illuminating a group of ancestors.
They wore simple garments of hemp, their hair tied with hemp ropes, their faces etched with the harshness of the elements.
