Song Yun's fingertips touched the surface of the jade plate, his actions halted, and his face was full of fear, eyes vacant, looking utterly desolate.
At this moment, he felt as if he had fallen into an endless black hole, surrounded by vast emptiness, yet his body felt immense pressure, as if his blood vessels and flesh were about to burst.
His entire being was continuously falling downward.
The surrounding scenes changed rapidly, cosmic planets, forest paths, Shanye countryside, urban nightscapes, fungal microbes...
Song Yun swiftly traversed through different scenes, without any pattern, not knowing what would appear next.
The constant switching made him feel like his brain was about to explode.
Then, after the sensation of his body being compressed, he started to feel cold.
After the cold came heat, then numbness, pain, trembling, pleasure, relaxation...
It seemed like every sensory state of the human body was being made to go through.
