Old Qin tightened his fingers around his cane, his age-spotted face heavy with gravity.
"Even if I successfully intervene to restore your balance, I can only promise to keep it suppressed for five minutes. Perhaps even less."
"Five minutes is enough. I'll do everything I can to resolve the trouble we're facing." Lin Cheng's gaze did not waver.
Old Qin nodded gently. "That's already the best possible outcome. Let's begin."
Wang Xiaoming had yet to recover from his shock.
The next instant.
A deep blue ghost domain unfolded inside the sealed Golden House, which originally measured only a few dozen square meters!
The surrounding space expanded with it, and the walls slowly vanished!
Wang Xiaoming knew perfectly well that paranormal power could not affect gold. This was merely the world within Lin Cheng's ghost domain.
Even so, he froze for a moment. Only now did he realize that Lin Cheng's ghost domain could reach such a level-it was already like an entire world.
At that moment, Wang Xiaoming felt damp air and the briny smell of the sea wash over his face.
He instinctively backed away two steps and looked out with wide, bloodshot eyes.
Beneath his feet was no longer a floor, but the edge of a shoreline!
Directly ahead, the safe house's towering walls had given way to the boundless Deep Blue Dead Sea, its waves churning, its depths plunging into an abyss!
Wang Xiaoming's hands trembled. He could see it clearly.
Beneath the center of the sea lay that old, rusted Ghost Submarine!
And in the deeper waters beneath the submarine lurked an enormous, unknown black shadow!
But no matter how violently that terrifying shadow thrashed, whenever it forced the Ghost Submarine a meter upward...
A transparent ghost fish kept flicking its tail and swimming ceaselessly above