Chen Lin had come to Wanmeng Immortal City for no other reason than to continue finding people to explore the Nightmare Realm.
The administrators of other immortal cities refused to let people undertake something as dangerous as exploring the Nightmare Realm within their walls, but Wanmeng Immortal City was different. On the contrary, influenced by True Lord Wanmeng, the cultivators here all knew something about the Nightmare Realm and were quite enthusiastic about it.
Here, he would not have to work with his hands and feet bound, nor would he have to live out in the wilderness.
He first made a circuit of the city, then rented a superior immortal cave and began searching discreetly for suitable candidates.
Whenever he gathered ten people, he sent them in for a round of exploration.
Time flowed like a river, and half a year passed in the blink of an eye.
During those six months, quite a few more elderly cultivators perished in the Nightmare Realm, but a fair number also returned, finally giving Chen Lin some understanding of the situation inside.
Shen Daoling had lied.
That place was not a projection of the ruins of the Lei Family, a bloodline clan, at all. It was a place called the God of Thunder Tribe.
Whether it was a projection of ruins, a dream, or something else entirely remained unknown.
As such, he could not determine just what sort of existence this God of Thunder Tribe was.
Chen Lin was furious about this, but there was no way he could go looking for the man now.
Even if he tried, he would never find him. He even suspected that the name Shen Daoling was false.
The reason they could identify it as the God of Thunder Tribe was that someone had seen a broken