Cold, but windless.
Entering nightmares through the Brain Fork had long since become second nature to Fu Qian.
Seeing that the Witch was also quite interested, he naturally had no objections.
After accepting her invitation to share the experience, he immediately felt something peculiar.
So they really had come here.
His gaze fell at once on the greatsword embedded in the Red Sand, its surface flecked with frost. Fu Qian wasn't surprised.
A landscape of biting cold and rows of stone tablets—the same ruins that had seemed to be the Sea of Mind during their last exploration.
The Witch had been quite interested in this place. In the end, she'd used the power of the Dark Moon to support the unstable nightmare, preventing it from collapsing.
Of course, she hadn't done it out of charity.
The boundaries between nightmares were growing blurry, and the unusual nature of this place made it especially suited to become a hub connecting the nightmares in the greater collective.
Before leaving last time, the Witch had even pointed to several gravestones and told him where each one led.
So no matter what the Witch intended to do through the nightmares, choosing this place as their first stop made perfect sense.
It also had to be said: this place looked exactly like a specimen preserved for posterity.
There was no frost covering the ground, but the bone-chilling cold he'd felt at first, followed by the utter silence, made the place feel strikingly real.
Every movement had stopped. Time had lost all meaning here.
"Come this way."
While he was taking it all in, the Witch called to him from nearby. As expected, she was standing beside a gravestone.
"Heading to the Fallen Star's place?"
Walking over, Fu Qian glanced down and easily identified their destination.
"You