Although we started heading back, the farther we went, the more wrong things felt.
The path we were taking felt completely different from the one we had come by.
This place was like a shifting maze, with everything around us changing.
It was as if we had completely lost our sense of direction.
Not only had we failed to find an exit in this chaotic environment, but more and more mutated evil spirits were appearing around us.
What was more, the waves of loathsome aura had clearly grown much denser.
We even heard the sound of water, like crashing waves.
It splashed and surged. We had come down from the mountain, and when we had accidentally entered the ghost realm earlier, we had been near the mountaintop.
There were not even puddles around us, let alone waves.
Even at the foot of the mountain, there was only a small stream.
"Something's wrong. We can't keep going forward!"
"The sound of waves... There's probably a patch of dead water from the ghost realm ahead!"
"..."
The moment I heard the words "dead water from the ghost realm," my heart lurched.
There should not have been water inside a ghost realm. Even if there was, it would have been condensed from resentment and baleful energy.
If living people came into contact with it, the outcome would not be good.
At best, they would be poisoned. At worst, they would die.
Here, compasses and the like had all failed. They offered no point of reference at all.
Even our sense of direction might have been wrong.
Just as we had no idea how to proceed, Pan Ling opened her eyes again. This time, the pain made her cry out despite herself.
Squinting, she scanned the area around us.
"We can't go forward. There