Xiao Yi's eyes witnessed everything, constantly changing.
The surrounding space began to distort.
The scenery around became suddenly bizarre and fantastical.
At times, space shuttled; at times, lights flashed past swiftly.
Xiao Yi felt dizzy and lightheaded, at times feeling like he was in a void illusion realm, sometimes like he was drifting over the vast ocean, other times as if he were leaping from a mountaintop, his body plummeting straight down.
The fall was endless, as if leading into an abyss.
In his ears, a continuous buzzing, like chirping birds fighting for dominance, like the whisper of fish and insects, like the roar of a wild beast.
This myriad of sensations, this all-encompassing chaos, drove Xiao Yi into turmoil.
It was as if everything in the world was being imposed upon him.
Countless images left him dizzy and obsessed, making him feel increasingly uncomfortable.
This discomfort, erupting from the depths of his heart, drove him nearly to madness.
Outside.
