Cold.
Abnormally cold.
Coldness seemed to be the main theme of the supernatural. Just one step away, after crossing from the bus compartment onto the Stone Slab Road, that bone-deep chill had intensified by at least three levels.
An ordinary person would have frozen to death the instant they came in.
"Two worlds."
Jiang Qiao was only a clone, but his strength was by no means lacking. This body still possessed the power of the Divinity Staircase.
He looked back.
He could still see the scene inside the bus.
The entrance had not closed.
He looked down at the Abyss again.
It was not a complete void. Deeper down, clusters of black clouds seemed to be flowing, and even farther below, there appeared to be liquid. But that area had already exceeded the range of his vision.
After pausing briefly,
Jiang Qiao headed deeper along the Stone Slab Road.
The two Vicious Ghosts had not lingered after entering. They had sped ahead and vanished from sight long ago. Thus, only Jiang Qiao remained alone on the narrow path.
Desolate.
Abandoned.
Eerie.
Forgotten by the world.
The howling wind that had poured into the bus compartment was nowhere to be found here.
The farther he went,
the more the wind gradually disappeared.
Only the cold wrapped around his body remained, as if he had been immersed in water with nowhere to escape from it.
As he walked,
suddenly,
Jiang Qiao stopped.
"An illusion?"
He calmly looked ahead. At the edge of the Stone Slab Road, several fingers were gripping it tightly, seemingly clinging to the roadside and hanging above the Abyss.
Jiang Qiao leaned out.
He wanted to get a closer look.
But what he saw beneath the Stone Slab Road was a considerable number of people walking back and forth.