...
In the dream, the Round Stone Ancient Immortal sat by the small river, staring at the reflection in the water, with an expression as if he'd seen a ghost.
"Damn it, did he just... take a spin behind the Ghost Gate?
"So many ghost messengers behind the Ghost Gate, didn't they tear him apart?
"How did he manage to hide from the ghost messengers?"
Back then, the Round Stone Ancient Immortal also faced the ghost messengers!
But he could only run for his life, and had no way to escape the ghost messengers' perception!
"Could it be that thousands of years have passed, and the ghost messengers have malfunctioned?
"Disciple, go give it a try!"
...
On the rooftop of a high building in West State, a burly man covered in the scent of blood suddenly flew like a puppet towards a ghost messenger floating in the air.
