Nightfall

After leaving the Inner World Universe, more than ten days had passed inside, while only one or two seconds had passed in the outside world.

As usual, he adjusted the flow of time to match the outside world, then confirmed that apart from the dead silence, there were no other abnormalities.

Lu Ren simply took a large bed out of the Inner World and placed it in the open space of the room. He set down several restrictions to ensure that any abnormality would trigger an alert, then checked that the doors and windows were tightly shut. Only then did he comfortably adjust his body's density and buoyancy back to that of an ordinary person and lie down to rest.

Actually sleeping normally was impossible. Lying on the bed was merely a way to find a relatively comfortable position and rest his mind and spirit. This place was far too bizarre. If he wanted to preserve his Essence, Qi, and Spirit, he needed to find something that would let him relax.

He listened intently as the wind outside gradually grew louder, accompanied by strange sounds like whispered conversations. Later on, even the rules represented by the courtyard walls seemed unable to hold them back. Those eerie things were even pressed against the doors and windows, their vague shadows wandering endlessly outside.

The temperature inside the entire house suddenly dropped considerably.

Tap!

Lu Ren looked up. A bloody handprint with long, slender fingers had appeared on the window, nearly soaking through the oiled paper covering it.

This house clearly possessed some rule established within the City of Phantoms. The auras outside, enough to make even his entire body go cold, told him that if he carelessly fell into their midst, one or two would be manageable—but if there were too many,