Inside the central structure of the Cloth Realm, toward the northwest.
Yu Ming took out an old ancient Roman coin and flipped it in his hand. When it landed heads-up in his palm, he directly expended a certain amount of energy to connect the Dynasty Ruins, which he had been unwilling to reopen, to his body.
"Everyone, hurry inside. The reason I chose to flee from the Dark Realm toward the Far North Land isn't because there's some important location in this direction. The main purpose is to draw in and reinforce Azathoth's habitual line of thinking, luring him to a place where he believes we should be."
Yu Ming's words were somewhat difficult for the others to understand. However, Zhang Chen knew perfectly well where they would reach if they continued northward. Indeed, following his habitual thinking, Azathoth would certainly go to that special region to search for their traces.
"Sunken Ghost Realm," Zhang Chen murmured softly.
Everyone present knew that the royal authority of the Sunken Ghost Realm resided within Zhang Chen. It was also one of Zhang Chen's most important trump cards. When he had first obtained the royal authority of the Sunken Ghost Realm, Zhang Chen had personally sensed that ghosts from the past were hidden deep within it, seemingly awaiting some moment under the Ghost King's command.
They were waiting for the moment when the Ghost King would awaken them.
Moreover, Zhang Chen did not know whether the Sunken Ghost Realm had currently suffered Void Erosion. Judging from the feedback of the royal authority, there was no indication of anything unusual. Azathoth had fixed his attention on the Sunken Ghost Realm as early as the Ghost King's fall. If he intended to act, he would have made a move against the Sunken Ghost Realm long