Fengquan Command Prison…
Upon hearing this name, Bai Yanliang glanced at Jiang Pan.
"You mean, the ancient legends are true, that in a space parallel to reality, there's another dimension filled with ghosts."
Xun Weimo shook his head, "It's not parallel, it's intertwined; not one, but nine."
"Whether it's the Fog Gathering you mentioned or the Extreme where I was before, they are ancient spaces that have existed throughout history. It's just that in different eras, they're called different names," Xun Weimo spread out his hands, "Perhaps, in ancient times, someone cursed entered one of these spaces and became the sole survivor. After leaving alive, he wrote down his experiences as text, which was then passed down through future survivors and various idlers, constantly perfected and refined, eventually forming the legends we hear now."
Is it as Xun Weimo said?
Although possible, to be honest, Bai Yanliang didn't fully believe it.
