A boudoir, a bronze mirror, a wooden chair.
As Chen Lin looked at the familiar surroundings, memories of his last visit surfaced in his mind.
Back then, he had known little about the Nightmare Realm, and his strength had been pitiful. He had survived nine deaths to scrape through with one life, barely managing to escape this scenario.
Xuanyin Great King, Ye Luo, the Emperor Emeritus of Soul Country.
Lan Ruxue, Murong Qing, White Dove.
Their faces all grew vivid in his memory.
White Dove had possessed the weakest cultivation back then. Without him taking her along, she could never have left this place alive, yet now she had done the best of them all.
Not only had she entered the Upper Primal Domain, she had also joined a major sect.
He had already passed his remaining Yuming Incense to her. He had heard that she had successfully undergone Ascension to the Void Realm, making her a formidable figure even in the Upper Primal Domain.
Lan Ruxue and Murong Qing, meanwhile, were still struggling bitterly in the Lower Primal Domain.
Lan Ruxue in particular remained trapped in this scenario. Although Murong Qing was caring for her physical body, it was nearing the point where it could no longer be sustained. Without a Dao Integration Expert like her holding the fort, the Moon Reflection Palace had been suppressed until it had fallen to a second-rate sect.
After reflecting on this for a while, Chen Lin raised his hand and lifted the specially made wrist guard on his wrist.
The guillotine emblem concealed beneath it was already showing a faint reaction.
As expected, there was a Betrayer in this scenario. He could not determine who it was, but they definitely were not in this courtyard.
Jia Ang's wrist guard covered the emblem