The Iron Gate at the End of the Wasteland

"Is this the end of the wasteland?"

Jiang Qiao stood before a rust-covered iron gate, rolling his eyes.

The path ended here.

The wasteland reached its boundary here as well.

Beyond it lay an endless void and darkness, as if he were standing at the edge of the universe. Apart from an unimaginably vast emptiness, there was nothing else.

This kind of scene was not unfamiliar to him.

Back then, on that bus in the Supernatural World, he had also seen a similar sight.

There had been a door at the back of the bus.

Beyond it lay a massive Abyss. He could see neither its end nor its bottom. Only a Stone Bridge extended from the rear of the bus into the unknown depths.

"I suppose I can only go inside the iron gate and take a look."

Jiang Qiao squeezed the piece of sheet metal in his arms.

Even in a place like this, he could still vaguely sense the anchor he had left behind in the outside world.

At a critical moment,

all he needed to do was make a wish to amplify that connection and leave this place directly.

That was one of the reasons he dared to venture deep into the Supernatural World.

"The Wind God mentioned on that note still hasn't appeared. Did he fail to notice me, or has he already left?"

"If he's already left, that would be normal."

"After all, he's been dead here for who knows how many years."

"But this female ghost..."

Jiang Qiao placed a Crystal Ball before his eyes.

At once,

a group of Vicious Ghosts kneeling by the roadside with White Flowers in their hands, along with a naked female ghost wearing black high heels, appeared before his eyes.

These ghosts had followed him all the