The immense, dark, and boundless pressure, in that instant the entire sea and city were reflected in his eyes, as if to etch this scene onto his soul.

The next second, Lin Feng woke up in a cold sweat. The chill from the mist flowed into his body and took the form of a name.

R'lyeh, the place where Cthulhu sleeps.

R'lyeh...sleep...dream.

After a brief respite, some thoughts flashed through his mind again. Holding the bust, he eventually returned to the lighthouse.

Humanity's insignificance has nothing to do with supernatural power. Even after re-experiencing nature with his divine sense, he still couldn't place himself before such beings. These beings had transcended the norms of nature; their sheer size alone was enough to crush his will in an instant...

A sense of emptiness weighed on his heart. After he reached the lighthouse, he ignored Lear, who was huddled in the corner, picked up a bucket of oil, and went to the top of the lighthouse.

It had only been 40 minutes since their agreed time.

He might be able to escape from here, but those two must have some information about them that makes him want to play with them!

At this moment, Lear carried another bucket of oil and walked up step by step. His already old clothes were accidentally torn as he came up. He staggered a few steps and leaned against the wall before struggling to walk up step by step again.

"We need to pour in another half bucket."

Lear spoke in a low voice, not daring to look up at Lin Feng, then walked to the edge of the lighthouse, picked up a telescope and pointed it in a distant direction: "You can see that obelisk from here."

Lin Feng walked over, took the binoculars that Lear offered, and vaguely saw a familiar silhouette through the thick fog: "Have you been there before?"

Lilmer silently opened the shirt on his shoulder, revealing a scar: "I was attacked by three monsters. I ran out of bullets. Besides finding some food on the beach every day, I collected some whale oil from stranded whales."

"Hmm..." Lin Feng removed his hand from the binoculars, his eyes flickering with doubt as he asked, "Have you been to other places?"

“We can’t get through. There are some patterns on the island that can drive people crazy. If you see them by accident, you’ll be affected. That’s how the last person disappeared.” Lear was much more obedient now. Although you could still see some panic in his eyes, there was more hope than before.

After listening to Lear's words, Lin Feng turned around and approached the fire pit of the lighthouse, carefully smelling the oily odor emanating from it. He then went around to the back of the lighthouse's reflector, brushed away the dust, and revealed the pattern hidden inside.

A giant eye, a writhing pattern of tentacles, and... a longing reflected from the depths of the heart—just looking at it is enough to unlock the key and open this long-forgotten island.

"You'd like to see it too, wouldn't you?"

The figure of darkness appeared beside Lear, as if two Lears, one black and one white, stood in his field of vision. One looked at him with terrified eyes, while the other spoke in a gloomy voice, opening and closing his mouth to say each word: "Look at it, unravel it, and you will find the truth of the dream world, and you will gain the knowledge to change everything."

Lin Feng grasped the edge of the mirror in his hand, his eyes slowly approaching the pattern. With the dark figure's anticipation, he gradually repositioned the mirror towards the obelisk.

A somewhat hollow glint of light fell upon the person in the darkness, and Lin Feng immediately absorbed everything about that person into his mind.

The man in the darkness looked somewhat disappointed. With a sigh, his figure flickered out of the corner of his eye to the edge of the lighthouse, where he stood beside the telescope and gazed into the distance.

He's putting on an act again... Lin Feng, bored, dropped his act and picked up the flint that was beside him.

Since everyone has their own agenda, let's just go with the flow. Why be so mischievous and try to incite others? Does he really intend to dive into R'lyeh, stand in front of Cthulhu, pat his face, and tell him it's time to get up?

"Could you please take me away from here?"

Lear could no longer bear the torment in his heart and strode over to the brazier.

"Okay." Lin Feng struck the flint hard, sending sparks flying. "Where are you from?"

"I am from country Y."

How did you get here?

"I was shipwrecked, and when I woke up I was here."

"Besides the people you met before, who else have you encountered?"

“Fish-men, tentacled monsters, and humans that look like insects,” Lear said earnestly and urgently. “They only appear on foggy days, but they all avoid the lighthouse.”

With a snap, the flint in Lin Feng's hand fell into the grease and burst into flames: "Aren't you afraid I'll use you?"

"I..." Lear swallowed hard. "I'm not afraid!"

Hmm... Lin Feng didn't answer, but walked to the back and shook the mirror, saying, "Adjust the lighting for me, I need to illuminate a path to the obelisk."

“Hmm!” Lear immediately walked over and drew a rough straight line in front of the forest cover with his hand: “Here, I went here when the fog cleared up. Making too much noise would alert the monsters below.”

"And there, whatever you do, don't look down."

"After you've walked through a patch of gravel, be sure to look at the marks on it; there's likely something hidden underneath."

"I haven't been any further ahead."

After watching Lear finish speaking, Lin Feng was surprised for a moment. Anyone who could survive here was no ordinary person; at least they were protagonist material... That's right, he wasn't driven crazy; he just had no hope left and was ready to commit suicide.

To be honest, let alone staring at those behemoths, decades of solitude could drive anyone insane.

"I understand. You can guide me later. I will follow the light. Remember, no matter what happens, don't let the light go out." After saying that, Lin Feng went down and brought up two more buckets of oil, opened them one by one and placed them to one side.

There aren't many chances left; this is the last bit of oil.

"Wait for me to come back!"

Lin Feng patted Lear on the shoulder, the heavy pressure giving him some confidence, before jumping off the lighthouse and running into the thick fog.

Huff... A chilling coldness pressed against his body, the coldness relentlessly penetrating his soul, penetrating his heart, binding him tightly, and permeating every part of his senses.

Lin Feng took a few difficult steps. The mist that lingered between his mouth and nose was wet and fine, and it slipped slightly into his eyes.

As his vision blurred, the lighthouse's beam shone ahead of him, penetrating the thick fog and gradually dispelling it.

This fog... it's alive!

Lin Feng lowered his body, stepped on the cold seawater, and rushed out after the light.

Wow!

The sound of waves rose, and some sticky seaweed and rotten wood fragments flowed past him with the seawater at his feet. Not far away, some foam rose from the surface of the water, and the leg bones of several animals of unknown origin were showing their gnarled forms from under the flowing mud and sand.

Lin Feng glanced around and quickened his pace, catching up with the increasingly fast-moving lights.

Wow!

The deep-diving creatures that had been lurking in the shallows emerged from the water. They were even more ferocious than the ones on the shore, with thick lips and sharp teeth.

Lin Feng's arm sprouted curved horns, and just as he was about to grab a Deep One, he suddenly heard the voice of the Dark One in his ear: "This is not right. You should make it a part of you."

The voice, like knowledge, allowed the other party to see through the ominous horn and the structure of his body completely. Along with it, a new ominous horn suddenly sprouted within him.