At this moment, a strange voice echoed in his mind, and Chen Lan nodded, bit his finger, and let a drop of his essence blood fall onto the Ghost Fire.
The moment the blood touched the Ghost Fire, the flames suddenly grew larger, blazing fiercely, enveloping him instantly and disappearing.
Chen Lan felt darkness overcome his vision, followed by a chilling wind that made him open his eyes suddenly.
The scene before him caught him off guard; he was on a small wooden boat that creaked ominously, as if it might capsize and sink into the depths at any moment.
It was very dark around him, and he couldn't see anything, not even with his Divine Sense. Below was a black river, and the boat drifted away into the unknown, with no end in sight.
Moreover, he found himself unable to fly, as if something was holding him down, preventing flight.
