<h4>Chapter 1376: Chapter 1373: Ghost Market in the Small Town (2nd Update)</h4><h4></h4>


    Just as Xue An had said, the entire ghost realm resembled an onion, withyers 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 aborious 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.


    Xue An, however, paid no attention to this and raised his hand, carefully observing for a moment before calmly saying, "Dimensional suppression?"


    Upon hearing Xue An’s words, Wen Muling snapped out of her daze and finally noticed the strangeness of this realm.


    It felt as though a tremendous force had descended upon her, forcibly suppressing her powers. In an instant, only a fraction of her strength remained essible.


    Realizing this, Wen Muling’s face turned pale. "How could this happen...?"


    Xue An slowly clenched his hand and asked indifferently, "When you were in this dimension before, did you experience such suppression?"


    Wen Muling shook her head. "Absolutely not! Back then, this ce was just like any other dimension within the ghost realm, and the Spiritual Energy here was so abundant that it could rival the powerful depths of the ghost realm!"


    A gleam shed in Xue An’s eyes. "If that’s the case, this suppression stemming from the dimension itself must be a recent urrence?"


    Wen Muling shook her head in despair. "I don’t know! But at the very least... ces like this definitely didn’t exist before."


    Despite Wen Muling’s limited strength, she could sense the eerie ghostly aura enveloping the small town before her.


    This atmosphere was theplete opposite of the beauty and tranquility she had experienced here in the past.


    Could it be... something had gone wrong with this ce? And what about her savior—could they be in trouble too?


    At this thought, Wen Muling’s heart grew unbearably heavy.


    Right at that moment, Xue An strode forward, heading into the deste town.


    "My Lord..." Wen Muling froze, involuntarily calling out.


    In such an unclear situation, the ominous aura radiating from the small town made it undeniably unsettling!


    Xue An didn’t even turn his head. He merely said calmly, "Follow me! I can feel that the coordinates matching the Ancient Mirror are within this ce!"


    With that, he had already entered the town.


    Seeing this, Wen Muling gritted her teeth, nced at the unnervingly quiet surroundings, and felt the creeping unease in the darkness. Without further hesitation, she hurried to catch up to him.


    But as soon as she followed Xue An into the town, giant root tendrils glided silently through the dark shadows, eventually burrowing underground and disappearingpletely.


    When they truly stepped inside, the condition of the town turned out to be better than it appeared from the outside.


    Except for paths overrun with wild grass, the buildings remainedrgely intact.


    Yet the town was shrouded in a pervasive, suffocatingly heavy ghostly aura.


    Xue An didn’t pause but proceeded along the street, heading steadily toward the town’s center.


    Atst, they arrived at an open space in the heart of the town, where a towering ancient tree stood. Its lush branches and leaves stretched wide, covering almost the entire za.


    Wen Muling’s eyes widened as she stared dazedly at the massive tree, about to speak, when Xue An’s voice rang directly in her mind.


    "Don’t speak! Stay silent!"


    Wen Muling immediately shut her mouth and obediently positioned herself behind Xue An.


    Just then, a sinister wind howled through, and several ck shadows appeared in the za. When their forms became clear, they revealed themselves as grotesque, deformed ghosts.


    Upon spotting Xue An and Wen Muling standing not far away, even these ghosts were momentarily startled before erupting into mockingughter.


    "Well, well, today’s Ghost Market has visitors who arrived earlier than us?"


    "Haha, look at that girl—so delicate and beautiful! I can barely keep from drooling!"


    These ghostly figures brazenly spoke, but Xue An remained standing in the shadows, quietly waiting.


    As the sinister wind intensified, more and more spectral forms emerged in the za.


    The creatures gathered and began chattering animatedly, their curiosity about Xue An evident, but their focus stayed primarily on tonight’s Ghost Market.


    "I wonder what treasures they’ll have this time!"


    "Last time, I came across a stunning ghostly maiden, but she slipped away. Such a shame!"


    Amidst the mor, Wen Muling stole nces at the ghostly figures, her heart tightening into a knot.


    This wasn’t how it used to be!


    Previously, when she was in this dimension, although the Ghost Race existed, they were benevolent and serene beings. These grotesque, menacing entities were entirely absent!


    What had happened here?


    A chilling gust swept through, and a figure emerged in the za. Behind this figure stood a pale-faced yet dashing young man.


    Thebination drew excited murmurs from the ghosts gathered.


    "Well now, just as we werementing missing a stunning ghostly maidenst time, herees someone even more exquisite!" a frog-like ghost croaked with a sinister grin.


    "Hehe, looks like another weakling who doesn’t know their ce!" another ghost jeered.


    Yet, regardless of their remarks, the maiden stood silent, unmoving.


    The pale youth behind her kept his gaze down, visibly avoiding the specters gathered around them.


    Amid this scene, the massive tree suddenly began to sway, its branches stretching outward. Beneath them, the earth revealed tendrils of exposed roots that lifted the gathering upward.


    Finally.


    When everything settled into eerie stillness, clusters of ghostly mes red brightly, illuminating the tform as though it were daylight.


    Then, from the trunk of the ancient tree, a figure slowly materialized.


    At once, a green-robed, ferociously grotesque ghost stepped forward from the tree.


    "Greetings, Tree King!" the crowd of ghosts instantly bowed in unison.


    The horrifying spirit burst intoughter, waving dismissively. "No need for formalities—let’s begin!"


    At hismand, the ghostly mes dimmed, revealing a variety of objects scattered across the tform.


    Among them was a woman sitting silently, her knees drawn up and her form shielded by cascading ck hair, seemingly lost in deep slumber.


    The sight sparked amotion in the crowd.


    Wen Muling’s eyes lit up, spotting a Fang Ancient Mirror quietly hovering among the items.


    Meanwhile, the frog-like ghost greedily pointed at the sleeping woman and eximed, "I want that ghostly maiden!"