Cold, but windless.
Entering the nightmare through the brain fork was already a skilled operation for Fu Qian.
Seeing the Witch quite interested as well, naturally, there was no objection.
After accepting the sharing, the next moment brought a special tactile sensation.
So, it's truly here again.
His gaze first landed on the large sword embedded in the red sand, speckled with frost; Fu Qian wasn't too surprised.
Everywhere was icy cold, with tombstones standing, exactly like last time in the exploration where it seemed to be the remnants of the Sea of Souls.
The Witch, intrigued by this object, ultimately chose to use the power of the Dark Moon to forge a foundation for this unstable nightmare, preventing it from collapsing.
Of course, it wasn't pure charity.
The boundaries between nightmares were becoming blurred, and the special nature of the current location made it particularly suited to be a nexus in the compound of nightmares.
