That gaze reached across reality and dreams. Even the black fog could not hinder it in the slightest.
Gao Ming did not know how to describe the being. A single gaze, merely being seen by it, seemed to engulf him in endless calamity. Compared to its gaze, his own was like that of a newborn kitten seeing a sky full of stars for the first time.
After obtaining the Flesh-and-Blood Immortal, Gao Ming had grown steadily stronger, drawing closer to becoming a Dream Ghost. He had believed he could now weather disasters safely, but beneath that being's gaze, he was a leaf caught in a raging torrent, swept along helplessly. Forget controlling his own destiny—at any moment, his body could be shattered and his soul utterly destroyed.
"Hanhai is a dream. Perhaps they're the ones weaving it."
As far as Gao Ming knew, even Yan Xizhi, who had already become a Dream Ghost, fell far short of that being. The gaze from the blood city within the black fog seemed to embody something unspeakable.
Indescribable agony spread through every part of his body. Perhaps because Gao Ming had looked directly into that gaze, bloody filth streamed from his eyes, and his left eye slowly began to rot.
He wanted to reach up and touch his eyes, but his arms were withering too. All sorts of wounds appeared across his body, each seemingly representing one of the ways he had died in the past.
"Aah!"
The Flesh-and-Blood Ghost God and the Faceless Clay Idol screamed at the same time. The aura of death covering the Faceless Clay Idol scattered, while the Flesh-and-Blood Ghost God burrowed back into Gao Ming's body, drawing on all the power of flesh and blood to help him recover.
His flesh was like a red flower, withering