Boss Chen knew how to communicate effectively. In just a few words, Dean Sun's resentment had vanished, and he even felt a little proud of how special he was. Only after watching Dean Sun lead the Red Garments from the Cursed Hospital safely into the passage did Chen finally relax. "The stronger you are, the more heavily you'll be suppressed after entering the Endless Mortal Worlds. Red Garments and Hatred are just the right level."
"Exactly. Apart from Gao Ming, who came from the Endless Mortal Worlds to begin with, the other unspeakables would probably draw Fate's attention the instant they entered." "We've already taken the hardest step. As more and more mortal worlds become stained with blood, the fate giant tree will grow weaker. Then we'll be able to spare the time to visit the mortal worlds above Nightfall ourselves."
"I probably can't wait that long. The person I want to kill is still in the Endless Mortal Worlds."
The voices gradually faded into the distance, while an unending stream of ghostly figures continued entering the passage.
The fate giant tree was ravaging the Deep World. Apart from the Thirteen Blood Cities and a handful of structures, such as the Lone Island where the Nether Fetus resided, nowhere else was safe anymore. The Blood City Lords had found a way out for these wandering souls: the Endless Mortal Worlds.
It felt like a long dream. In that dream stood a blood-red labyrinth, and he kept walking forward for a very, very long time.
Outside the labyrinth was a membrane sandwiched between yin and yang. All manner of strange things lived within it, neither quite ghosts nor quite humans. It was neither the realm of the dead nor truly the realm of the living. Unlike the deep dream, it did