"The entire Spirit Realm will become a meat grinder, a flesh mill. We'll see the most terrifying human world yet," I said.
"But didn't you tell me that her goal was to resist the Celestials and save the world?" Liu Ling'er asked.
"If surviving means becoming a rat hiding inside a meat grinder, then in my eyes, there's no difference between survival and destruction." My expression was indifferent.
"Yeah. Why would she turn the Spirit Realm into such a terrifying place?" Liu Ling'er said, propping her chin on her hand.
In the Spirit Realm, humans and ghosts coexisted, yet they were enemies of each other. There were all kinds of ghosts and gods here, along with every kind of legend and Weird Tale.
"Maybe she has her own reasons, but no matter what, I have to stop her," I said.
The bus continued forward, and the plants around us grew increasingly strange. There were many inexplicable plants in the Spirit Realm, and some of them were dangerous. They were known as Ghost Grass.
But this alone wasn't enough to affect us.
I looked ahead. We were getting farther and farther from Suzhou and Hangzhou.
The beautiful West Lake, the towering Leifeng Pagoda, and the beautiful legend of the White Snake—all of it was fading into the distance.
For some reason, I felt a trace of melancholy.
What had happened in the past? Why had all the ghosts and monsters that disappeared from the human world appeared in the Spirit Realm?
In the human world, the existence of a Ghost King was already unimaginably strange. But in the Spirit Realm, there were probably Ghost Kings beyond our imagination—and plenty of them.
"What city are we going to next?" Liu Ling'er asked.
I picked up the map and glanced at it, but