This is not an illusion, it is real.

Yang Jian's fingers twitched slightly.

The scarlet ghost eyes gradually opened a gap.

Gradually.

He sank to the fourth level.

This is the bottom of Ghost Lake.

Yang Jian has hit rock bottom.

It's pitch dark here and it's impossible to see clearly what's going on around you.

But when I opened my ghost eyes a little, I could see the scene at the bottom of the lake.

Some gravel, some mud, nothing fancy.

But there was something that Yang Jian's ghostly eyes stared at.

It was a black coffin.

The coffin was large and lying quietly at the bottom of the lake. The lid of the coffin was opened at a corner, and a few strands of strange black hair floated out from the opened corner, swaying in the water like water plants.

Other than that, there is nothing around.

"Is that the source of creating this ghost lake? A black coffin is very similar to the coffin when the ghosts were imprisoned." Yang Jian's ghost eyes locked on that location.

The coldness and numbness in his body dissipated some more.
Chapter completed!