The ghost before his eyes bore Yang Xiao's likeness. As soon as he saw those scarlet blood eyes, countless chaotic and shattered visions seemed to be forcibly crammed into his mind, accompanied by incessant, meaningless noise in his ears.
The scene before him blurred, and Yang Xiao found himself disconnected, sinking into a state of unconsciousness.
This hazy confusion persisted for an unknown length of time until the sound of rushing water thundered in his ears. Cyan light gradually reflected into his pupils, trembling like a shaky camera. In his daze, Yang Xiao realized he had arrived in a strange world surrounded by eerie, icy cyan mist.
Yet, inexplicably, Yang Xiao felt an innate sense of familiarity with this place, as though he had been here before.
Hints of chilling cold seeped through the cyan mist. Uncertain of the situation, Yang Xiao dared not move, as though he feared disturbing something hidden here.
