At this moment, he was standing in a narrow corridor, where both underfoot and overhead lay in darkness.
Ji Minghuan touched his body; he was still wearing that pure white hospital gown, but he didn't even know what he was standing on, only that his feet felt as cold as if they were topped with ice, as if standing above the Arctic Glacier.
So cold that it was almost burning, his feet slightly numbing.
He raised his head, looking forward with a peculiar gaze.
At this moment, the two sides of the corridor appeared like the chaotic scenes in the spacetime tunnel the Train Demon had passed through. Back then, Ji Minghuan controlled the Black Cocoon, sitting inside the Train Demon and looking out, experiencing similar visual shock.
But strangely, every scene that appeared on both sides of the corridor now felt so familiar, familiar to the point that something within his mind was on the verge of emerging.
