Mao Feiyang's words made Lin Yi's heart skip a beat, but he said nothing more. He lifted his foot and stepped through the mist-shrouded, ethereal portal.
As he traversed the portal, a dream-like sense of nihility instantly enveloped him. The intense dizziness made his limbs tremble and his steps unsteady.
At the moment of crossing, Mao Feiyang leaned heavily against the wall in front, panting heavily, "Huff, huff, huff..."
"Crossing layers continuously in such a short time; neither cognition nor body can keep up..."
His face was pale, his body faintly exhibiting a phantasmal wave, occasionally taking on a statue-like bluish-gray texture.
With his breathing, his body gradually began to recover.
"Are you okay, Maozi?" Lin Yi asked with concern.
"Huff, huff... As long as I'm not dead, it's not too bad." Mao Feiyang waved his hand lightly and looked around before finding the "door" of the Bell Tower—the ethereal portal with a layer of invisible medium and the "door attribute."
