The night grew deeper.
The thick fog over the lake had not dispersed. Instead, it grew denser and heavier, as though something was quietly brewing in its depths.
To prevent any accidents.
The group retreated again, stopping more than a thousand meters away from Rakshasa Lake.
A thousand meters was hardly far.
In theory, if the Vicious Ghosts in the lake launched an attack, they could reach them in an instant. Or they could simply use a curse; this distance posed no problem at all.
But the separation between supernatural phenomena.
Had never depended on actual distance, but on the uniqueness of the location.
At this moment, Jiang Qiao and the other three had retreated to the boundary between the Icefield and Rakshasa Lake. It was an interesting location. Behind them was the Icefield's permafrost, while ahead lay a vast expanse of black volcanic rock marking the shore of Rakshasa Lake.
The division was clear.
Yet exceedingly subtle.
"Here is fine."
Jiang Qiao glanced at the surroundings before and behind them. "The area between the Icefield and Rakshasa Lake actually has a name. It's called Yin Yang Road."
"Yin Yang Road?"
Dragon Tiger Daoist sat cross-legged atop an icy boulder, his eyes fixed tightly on the endless white fog.
Hearing Jiang Qiao's words.
He was quite curious.
"The boundary between the supernatural and the Normal World, or a distinct dividing line between different supernatural phenomena."
"Both can be called Yin Yang Road."
Jiang Qiao said.
There was something he did not say: places like this were both safe and dangerous.
Safe because.
If one side became dangerous.
They might be able to escape to the other side.
Dangerous because.
The area in between was also the most unstable region, and it could very well contain things beyond imagination.
"So that's