An author's inspiration came from life—an undeniable fact.
When an author saw a hawk hunting fish in reality, a scene of two peerless ferocious beasts fighting to the death would naturally emerge in their mind. They might even imagine thousands upon thousands of years of love and enmity, and, for the sake of the plot, would usually have the protagonist join in as a minor supporting character.
Mm, more or less like that.
Of course, it was also possible to write real-life events directly into a novel.
After all, reality was often the best source material, and it was often even more fantastical than fiction.
When Bu Lige finished speaking, Jiang Shengjun still could not help hesitating. He felt that her words were truly strange, yet could find no reason to refute them.
"It should... be impossible, right?"
Jiang Shengjun still instinctively found it hard to believe Bu Lige.
"How could it be impossible?" Bu Lige firmly believed in her guess. "Don't forget that undead exist in this world. Those necromancers are essentially not much different from the undead. Wouldn't it be easy as pie for them to create some sort of barrier like a Ghost Wall through various methods?"
"That does seem right." Jiang Shengjun was successfully persuaded.
Given that supernatural powers existed in the world, a Ghost Wall did not seem like something impossible to accept.
It was merely a rather special kind of barrier restriction.
"So, what should we do next?" Jiang Shengjun handed the decision-making power over to Bu Lige.
Bu Lige stroked her chin. "Mm... First, we don't know exactly when we encountered the Ghost Wall, nor do we know how large its range is, let alone how to break it. So the simplest and most convenient method is to directly exit the virtual world