Lu Yuan looked at the door marked with countless eerie traces and sighed softly: "[Ghost·Execution], who knows how powerful it is outside. Just hearing the name, you can tell it is a transformation from a very powerful myth. Yet here, it is directly sealed..."
"Be careful, those [Ghosts] with space abilities can still move around in this place."
"Their numbers are quite sparse, but each one of them is not to be trifled with."
"I know."
Having explored to this point, Lu Yuan felt a sense of exhaustion.
Even if he tried to stop himself from overthinking, the "deliberate control" is, in essence, a mind activity, and the overflow of spiritual power is inevitable.
As this tightly wound nerve relaxed, Lu Yuan found that the hazy feeling surged again, chaotic, noisy, pervasive, as if a black hole in the distance was drawing his soul.
"I must keep a good mental state. I need to rest... This ghostly place is really not meant for humans."
