Could it be that he is about to step into that moment, personally experiencing the supernatural battle between Wei Shan with the Graveyard of the Deceased and the Deceitful Angel's Sword?
But as the thin cloud completely dissipated, he realized that beneath his feet was not a cobblestone path, but a rugged yellow-brown stone slab road.
The rain around was heavy, mixed with some kind of tide qi, carrying a pungent scent of the sea.
The wind was also swift, blowing the rain into sharp blades, continuously slicing through his skin.
Among the wind and rain, some weird chanting was mixed with the waves, resounding in waves.
[I AvgruNnen av tåKe og mørke jaGer forTapte Sjeler fanTome...]
[I AvgruNnen av tåKe og mørke jaGer forTapte Sjeler fanTome...]
Lin Yi felt a tingle on his scalp, and instantly realized: "Is this... the Art Building?"
"Wait...! This is not Wei Sang's perspective, this is... my perspective?"
"The 'now' is... the evening of May 9th?"
