Ten days later.
Jiang Qiao left Horse Head Slope.
It had nothing to do with the village chief. The situation on the Abyss side had simply reached a stalemate. Three Death Realm ancestors took turns keeping watch, temporarily suppressing the situation and preventing the disaster from worsening.
Since that was the case, there was no need to stay any longer.
His exploration of the Abyss
could be considered a success.
"The Death Realm probably won't hold out for long. Since that Abyss is a coordinate, the Black Tide's influence will probably grow stronger and stronger. Who knows what might crawl out of the Abyss."
"Next, I'll have to prepare to go to Yellow Springs Road."
Jiang Qiao thought to himself.
On the way, he spotted Yi City from a distance,
but he did not enter.
Instead, he went around it.
From outside the city, he could see that it was vast beyond measure, enveloped in ripples resembling the surface of a lake.
The ripples undulated,
isolating Yi City from the Supernatural World.
This allowed most of the ordinary people inside to live as if they were in the Normal World.
"As expected."
"The evil entity in the city is a Half-God."
"Damn it."
"Yi City really is sinister. It's even more bizarre than that Weird Tale City, Nightmare City—almost as strange as Yan City."
Death Realm.
Jiang Qiao had thought the situation was stable and that there was no need to stay any longer.
But as luck would have it,
two days after he left,
something changed.
As for what had changed, Jiang Qing, who had barely escaped to Wumei Village, could not explain it. He only stared outside the door at the drizzling rain in the sky, breathing in the moldy smell within it, and instinctively felt that