The Returning Ship

The "Prayerbook of the Drowned" was right across the bottomless pit!

Xia Lun's eyes brightened slightly, and a wildfire of longing suddenly flared in his heart.

But a moment later, cold doubt extinguished that burning desire.

He had already used "Symptom Reading" to read the "Prayerbook of the Drowned" during the first scenario, and that Evil Flesh Codex had long since turned into droplets of water. In that case, where had this book come from?

Was there more than one "Prayerbook of the Drowned"? Or did this scenario actually take place before the first one? Or was it simply a coincidence?

Countless jumbled fragments of thought flooded Xia Lun's mind, and he instinctively narrowed his eyes.

Overthinking would get him nowhere. What mattered was taking action and getting his hands on the "Prayerbook of the Drowned"!

At that thought, he drew a deep breath, turned, and took a Pine Torch from the Nun's backpack. With a flick of his wrist, he tossed it into the abyss before him.

Clack.

The burning torch dropped straight into the pitch-black abyss. Its orange glow spun downward, dwindling into a faint speck as it receded, until it vanished completely. Even after a long wait, no sound of it hitting the bottom came from below.

There was no doubt about it. Like the Salt Monsters and the mountain floating in midair, this abyss was a textbook supernatural phenomenon.

The scent of pine wood still lingered in the air, but now that fragrance, like incense burned as an offering, only made the atmosphere more oppressive.

Xia Lun stood gazing at the Circular Abyss. That pitch-black fissure resembled a gaping maw that swallowed everything: terrifying, oppressive, suffocating.

"No, this is impossible!" Suddenly, the Nun Delis's voice rang out behind him.

Delis knelt on the ground, clutching her