"Sarkozy, let's prepare to act together. The other side doesn't seem benevolent. We..."
Before Zhang Chen could finish speaking, he sensed something abnormal in the surrounding environment. Moreover, Sarkozy before him had not heard what he had just said—or perhaps the sound had never carried at all.
When Zhang Chen examined his body again, he found himself in a strange state of gradual ascension.
"What?!" With his soul weakened, Zhang Chen found it difficult to resist the invasion of an external force from nowhere.
Suddenly, a streak of light flashed before his eyes. When Zhang Chen opened them again, the desolate surroundings had instantly changed. Goose-feather snow drifted before him, and an intensely frigid chill swept across his entire body. He stood at the near end of an old stone bridge, with a road sign standing to one side.
"Moon Creek Town"
Three blurry Chinese characters were etched onto the sign, indicating the name of the modern town beyond the bridge. It was worlds apart from the ruins Zhang Chen had once visited in his consciousness.
"How strange! Is this the interior of the Sunken Ghost Realm? This isn't consciousness being guided somewhere—I myself have truly arrived here."
Zhang Chen immediately activated the power of blood within his body to resist the cold air's erosion. "Elizabeth is trapped by an unknown creature from the Chaos Realm. If she remains trapped until Azathoth descends, there will be no chance of survival. No matter where this is, I have to return and help her first."
Rather than crossing the stone bridge, Zhang Chen turned around to go assist Elizabeth.
Yet the moment Zhang Chen took a step back, the ghost creature within him unexpectedly opened its eyes beyond his control, resisting his attempt to retreat.
"What is going on?"
At this moment,