A month later.
Chen Lin set down the Bamboo Scroll he had been studying and checked Meng Hezhang's body.
There was still no change.
He frowned. So much time had passed without any movement. Had no members of the Myriad Realms Alliance appeared, or had something unexpected happened inside?
After thinking for a while, he stopped dwelling on it.
There was no way to guess what had happened, but the man's life force remained. That meant that even if something had gone wrong, he was merely trapped inside. He had neither become a nightmare realm creature nor died.
Otherwise, if his projection were destroyed, his body outside would lose its life force as well.
Chen Lin checked him again, slipped a Bigu Pill into his mouth, then returned to the outer room to continue studying the characters.
The Bone Shard contained powerful energy. Unless it was a special scenario like Bluestone Street, it could sustain a projection for a long time. Even if Meng Hezhang failed to encounter anyone or could not discover the task rules for leaving, there was no need to worry about his projection being erased because he could no longer maintain it.
Nearly another half month passed. During that time, Qu Qingzhou and Meng Dashan came to probe for information under the pretext of delivering supplies, but Chen Lin brushed them off.
Still, waiting indefinitely was no solution, so Chen Lin began considering whether to find another elderly cultivator to go inside and investigate.
Before he could put that idea into practice, Meng Hezhang slowly opened his eyes one afternoon.
"How did it go?"
Having observed his condition through the crow, Chen Lin immediately entered the inner room and asked what had happened.
"My lord, nothing happened. There was nothing there, just a cave. Something invisible