"Does this kind of sunlight burn the soul?"
When Zhang Chen extended his arm out of the cave, pale yellow light shone on his skin. He had expected the comfortable warmth of sunlight, but the rays rapidly penetrated his skin, accelerating the decomposition of his flesh as a faint burning sensation gradually seeped into his soul.
While no one was paying attention, Zhang Chen quickly ghostified the tip of his right index finger. The scorching pain from the light hitting his white finger immediately changed into an exceptionally pleasant sensation, like basking in the warmth of winter sunlight.
Yet while that comfort lingered at his ghostified fingertip, the rays shining upon it caused the ghostly aura leaking from inside Zhang Chen's finger to change, gradually evolving toward the form of a "Nightmare."
However, the effect was not particularly strong. Zhang Chen only needed to slightly strengthen his control over his ghostly aura to resist it completely. Judging from this, the environment here resembled the Zero Realm, though it was merely an imitation.
"Nyarlathotep was actually able to make his independent world imitate the Zero Realm to this extent. How did he accomplish it in such a short time?"
Zhang Chen muttered to himself, swiftly withdrawing his right hand before looking at the others beside him. "Do you have any way to resist this sunlight?"
"You've never been to the Zero Realm?" Chen Feng looked at Zhang Chen in surprise. Back when he had just advanced to a Level 3 Jailer Minister, he had already entered the Zero Realm to participate in large-scale combat. In Chen Feng's eyes, a Jailer Minister who could not even release their restriction and had never been to the Zero Realm could not possibly possess much strength.
The other three simultaneously took black cloaks from their