The vast Hanhai can only sustain nine Dream Ghosts at most; they are entities that transcend rules, they are fear and legends themselves—every word spoken can become an endless nightmare, and a single glance can drive someone insane.
When the architecture of Blood City swallowed the entire Zhemeng Town and its patterns filled the Heavenly Gate, every breath of the Flesh Ghost God would affect this Deep Nightmare.
He didn't become Hanhai's nightmare; instead, he completed his final ascension outside Hanhai.
"Is this the unspeakable? Is this the ultimate?" In the ruins of the Spirit Temple, Bai Huang pushed aside twisted corpses, crawling out of a pile of dead bodies with Fu Shu on his back.
"Something's strange." Fu Shu frowned at the Flesh Ghost God behind Gao Ming. That enormous figure, which almost took up the whole Zhemeng Town, was filled with a sense of oppression: "No! He's not powerful enough, not yet!"
