The best-case scenario would be for a portal to just pop up so I could step straight into the Inverted Lake.
Too bad that kind of treatment is rare after all; just managing to bring back what's "in front of my eyes" is already pretty good.
Daylight was blazing, the sudden downpour had just let up, and the air was still damp and clammy.
Listening to the sound of rainwater flowing all around, Fu Qian casually kept fiddling with the fake eye in his socket, quite satisfied.
That's right, he had actually brought it out.
This was the legendary Realm of the Dead—easy to associate with going in and never coming back out.
Just that alone seemed to prove he might have chosen correctly, that this Lens Core had some unusual properties?
Even though for now, he hadn't found anything particularly special about it.
Under the refraction of a fake eye whose outer shape wasn't even smooth, the scene really was abstract, a vivid demonstration of what "bizarre and grotesque" meant.
