Mao Feiyang spoke, and the surrounding grey mist suddenly dissipated a little. They seemed to be dancing in the sky, with the graveyard below, and then out of nowhere came a surging wind that tore at his will, almost splitting it apart.
Then he saw a vast mountain range, countless fractured lines...
His vision began to flicker, as if he were traversing world after world. Those lines were sometimes complex, sometimes extremely simple, suddenly full of order, and then utterly illogical. Lin Yi began to shuttle back and forth between "cognition" and "incomprehension," familiar yet strange breaths filled his senses, alternating between understandable and completely indescribable feelings, seemingly tearing his consciousness apart...
