Long Tian felt like he was gliding through a tunnel of blinding white light, his body seemingly weightless as if drifting along a timeless corridor.
His face was etched with a grave determination, but his forehead betrayed the strain he felt, veins pulsating with tension. It wasn't agony that gripped him, but an overwhelming sense of nausea and disorientation.
He had entered a portal several times before, yet he still hadn't grown accustomed to it. And this journey through the corridor of time seemed destined to be anything but brief; he had no choice but to endure it.
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Several minutes passed unnoticed, and Long Tian finally emerged from the portal, collapsing onto the grassy ground.
He lay sprawled on the ground, gasping for breath, his face glistening with sweat. Waves of nausea and dizziness overwhelmed him as he muttered curses under his breath, "Damn, this is the most brutal portal entry I've ever endured."
