The entrance to the otherworldly space was pitch-black, like a black hole.
Its pull wasn't very strong. It only stirred up a gust of wind, making the sea of flames lean toward it.
The Ghost King had his back to the entrance, but he must have sensed the pull too, because his expression changed.
A flash of inspiration struck me, and I thought of throwing the Ghost King back into the future. It wouldn't kill him, but it would postpone the crisis. Maybe we could deal with him along the way when we carried out Ye Qing's grand plan.
The problem was, the entrance to the otherworldly space couldn't be controlled. It might always appear in the same place, but there was no telling when it would show up.
I could throw the Ghost King in, only for him to come back moments later. Or I could push him through, only to end up trapped in the future with him.
It was a risk.
But compared to the stalemate we were in now, it was worth taking.
I shoved the Ghost King toward the entrance and flew after him.
"No! Stop!" the Ghost King shouted.
His voice had changed, but his tone felt familiar. It was as if I were hearing the same scream I'd heard at the end of the vision of the past.
I was momentarily distracted.
I still hadn't figured out why those two scenes had appeared. They definitely hadn't been part of the dream's activation.
I quickly pushed those thoughts aside. Now wasn't the time to think about that.
Wind rushed past my ears, and the heat rising from the sea of flames made it scorching.
The Ghost King's expression changed completely, but his eyes were vacant.
I realized he was afraid, but it didn't seem