Lumian took the corpse oil candle in a transparent glass jar and sat cross-legged on the deck.

Snap, he rubbed a blazing white flame between his fingers and lit the black wick of the corpse oil candle.

Then he closed his eyes, sketched the pattern, and began to meditate.

In a state of tranquility and dispersion, a wisp of dark fragrance passed into his nose, making his bones feel itchy and about to gradually burn.

Lumian did not deliberately endure such feelings, but tried hard to maintain a meditative state.

After an unknown amount of time, a piece of mist dyed with a dark black color suddenly appeared "in front of his eyes".

It was as if he was in this mist, standing on the edge of a street whose outline could only be barely seen.

On the opposite side of the street, various buildings that are not too tall are looming, as if only their shadows are left.

Jingle bell, something like a steam train drove over from the other end of the street. It had very few sections, only two sections, and no iconic chimney. There was also a strange-shaped bracket protruding from the top, connecting it in mid-air.

something.

This... a similar picture instantly appeared in Lumian's memory.

He had seen the same scene in Trier in the Fourth Age!

It brings about the emergence of a second layer of that special mirror world.

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Chapter completed!