After being taken away from the illusion by the little ghost, Lide saw the familiar seabed scenery. The dark room, the burning torches on the walls, and the densely carved ancient characters, symbols and circles on the walls of the room constitute a strange and depressing scene.
This area has been filled with ultra-ancient magic from the floor tiles to the walls, and it is estimated that the top of the room hidden in the darkness is no exception. Under the dim light of the fire, one could see Lord Lingwu's figure lying on the ground, his beautiful eyes were tightly closed, his breath was quite weak, his black hair was scattered on the cold ground, and his graceful figure was completely stretched out.
The little ghost on the side emerged from Lide's shoulder, grinning:
"The deeper you sink in the illusion, the weaker your body will be in reality~ If you completely indulge in the illusion, your body will be completely necrotic. But it doesn't matter, sometimes it only takes ten minutes to have a long, long dream. In a few minutes, her body is strong enough to support her in the illusion for a long, long time. [φ(>w