Just as Xue An had said, the entire ghost realm resembled an onion, with layers of dimensions tightly connected and no insurmountable barriers in between.
Even if barriers existed, they wouldn't stop Xue An.
The most challenging part was pinpointing the coordinates of the dimension they intended to visit.
Otherwise, they would have to cross dimensions one by one in a laborious manner.
Fortunately, the Fang Ancient Mirror given to Wen Muling by the person who saved her came with precise coordinates, allowing Xue An to easily locate this dimension.
But as the two of them stepped out of the spatial rift, Wen Muling gasped in surprise.
Before them appeared an abandoned small town.
It was clear the town had been deserted for years, and only through the overgrowth of weeds among the structures could one faintly discern the town's former prosperity.
