With a roar of unimaginable agony, Lin Feng tore a glowing fragment of his own soul away from his core.
The pain was so absolute it caused the cosmic void around him to warp and bleed. His main body slumped forward, reduced to a barely conscious, hollowed-out husk of spiritual energy.
But the fragment he had torn away, a bright, fierce, protective orb of pure golden light, did not hesitate.
It dove directly into the dimensional crack, plummeting through the abyss, crossing the vast, infinite expanse of the multiverse, chasing the silver shard of his little sister's soul.
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The darkness of the Corridor dissolved, replaced by a vision so shockingly familiar, so mundane, that Transmigrator Ji'an actually gasped.
Stainless steel countertops gleaming under harsh, fluorescent lights.
The rhythmic symphony of a high-end commercial kitchen.
The hiss of boiling oil, the aggressive clatter of cast-iron pans, the smell of reduced wine, truffles, and searing wagyu beef.
It was Earth.
