Sitting on his own bed, Lu Ban still felt a sense of unreality. That small town in the fog, the monstrous creatures with fish-headed bodies, the unappetizing dinner, the muddy silt exuding a metallic stench, and that pristine divine idol—all seemed like a nightmare that would reemerge before his eyes whenever he closed them, tormenting his sanity.
He looked at the morning sunlight and felt, for the first time, how quiet and peaceful the world could be.
But Lu Ban knew that beneath the calm lay even darker shadows.
In Jiangcheng Grand Theater, Merely being bathed in the brilliance of distant stars was enough to erode one's sanity, suggesting that the world also harbored such bizarre and powerful, indescribable evils.
At least in Lu Ban's understanding, there were already more than four great beings that exceeded the might of mortals.
"It's not safe..."