It was still alright now. At least Qin Chen had successfully survived.
Originally, he thought that he would die in there. After all, no one should have the confidence to bring him out of the white fog.
"That thick fog actually made your illusions not listen to your orders and even produce consciousness?"
This was what shocked Qin Chen. In comparison, the dangers they had experienced before seemed like nothing.
That fog was truly evil, causing Qin Chen to feel despair. In the end, he had no choice but to force his soul into a deep sleep.
He was helpless.
Right now, Qin Chen and the others couldn't think of any way to cross the 800-mile River Lethe.
However, after Daoist Jiuji spoke, Qin Chen saw hope again.
"If it's within a short time, I can still form illusions and use them as coordinates."
As long as a safe return could be guaranteed, Qin Chen was willing to try again to see what dangers the River Lethe contained.
