In the Dream World.
Ke Meng used his Evil God-level power to peer into the abnormalities of those doors.
At a glance, Ke Meng saw a strange distortion around every door.
There were distortions in space and time, as well as traces someone had left behind-connections that others could not sever.
Ke Meng picked up on those connections, then stared deeper, sustaining his Synesthesia.
Only by discovering who was pulling the strings could Ke Meng have a chance to turn the tables in the real world. Otherwise, he would only keep being led around by the nose.
As he continued peering into them, Ke Meng gradually perceived a brief, five-second scene through Synesthesia.
This time, the vision had a heavily frosted quality. Everything was dim, and the conditions for Synesthesia were poor.
Ke Meng saw a narrow passage that looked like a hotel corridor, with guest room doors lining both sides.
In the middle of the corridor stood a broad-shouldered, burly man, his back facing Ke Meng's viewpoint.
"Sect Master, I've returned from my atonement." Someone's frightened voice rang out beside his ear, but Ke Meng could not see where the speaker was. The burly man's back might have been blocking him from view.
"I have a new task for you."
A man's steady, hoarse voice came from ahead.
As he spoke, a bottle appeared out of thin air in the hand of the man addressed as Sect Master. A pitch-black crystal block was sealed inside the transparent bottle.
The black crystal block was not an inanimate object, but a living creature. Extremely tiny tentacles at the base of the crystal slowly writhed as it crawled aimlessly around inside the sealed bottle.
The aura emanating from the black crystal block instantly reminded Ke Meng of the ore disease in the