The thought of the Great Marsh, an existence hailed as a "god," added a weight to Qin Ran's heart.
He knew all too well the gulf between his strength and its own.
Fortunately, however, the opponent he faced now was not the Great Marsh, merely a similar existence.
He would not have to face a single being and feel as though he were facing an entire city.
That was genuinely good news for Qin Ran.
Otherwise, he would have had to prepare for the worst.
"Possession? A holy son?"
"Or a god's projection?"
With these guesses about the Steppe King in mind, Qin Ran quickened his pace.
It was now just before dawn.
The "Soul Secret Realm" did not take no time at all; it merely took comparatively little. It was similar to the passage of time after entering a game dungeon, but fell far short of the astonishing consistency with which only one hour passed in the real world, no matter how much time elapsed inside a dungeon.
Of course, that also proved there was little basis for comparing the two.
Several minutes later, Qin Ran entered the camp.
When he saw Mary standing outside his tent, he could not help sighing.
"What's wrong?"
Mary keenly picked up on the strange feeling behind it.
"Nothing... did you prepare some food for me?"
Qin Ran simply could not tell her what had happened in the "Soul Secret Realm," especially the part where he had married the girl before him and had children with her.
He could not bring himself to say it at all.
It had been too real.
So real that even looking at Mary now made him feel awkward.
"Yes, I heated some milk."
Mary was curious about Qin Ran's behavior, but did not press him.
Qin Ran