A yellow haze shrouded Yellow Springs Road.
Beside the hazy, dreamlike road, clusters of little blue flowers dotted the landscape.
Since this was Yellow Springs Road,
there naturally had to be people who had left their homes.
After Jiang Qiao walked forward for some distance, some seemingly real yet illusory transparent figures began appearing along the road. They moved ahead in neat lines, swaying as they walked.
Some were thin and bony.
Some were sturdy and plump.
Some were dressed in fine clothes, while others were clad in rags.
Regardless of gender or age, wealth or status, they all trudged forward with bewildered, hollow eyes.
Jiang Qiao sensed no Supernatural Aura from them.
They seemed to be nothing more than illusions.
But on Yellow Springs Road,
illusions of Lost Souls—
that alone might represent some kind of significance.
He still did not touch the figures, merely passing swiftly by them. The Lost Souls ignored him as well, continuing forward on their own. And the farther ahead he went, the more real their bodies became.
Not only did the figures gradually turn into actual corpses,
they also began to carry a Supernatural Aura.
It was faint.
They resembled Ghost Slaves more than Vicious Ghosts.
"The space-time here is chaotic. I can't sense the correct Timeline, and the space is also formed from multiple layers of overlap."
"What a troublesome place."
Jiang Qiao did not care about those strange figures, but he could not afford to underestimate this space-time.
He seemed to be "standing firmly on solid ground" now, but in reality, he always felt as if he were walking on a tightrope, liable to fall into the Abyss at any moment. That was because this space-time was unstable.
Take what had happened just now.
He had taken one step, and one