A bright light shone straight out of the magic circle drawn on the parchment, blinding Yu Qingyu, and filling his whole body with a weird, tingling sensation. Every cell of his body, no, perhaps every atom, seemed to be pulled somewhere with incredible force… Yu Qingyu had never been so aware of just how many minuscule elements a physical body was composed of. And now, it seemed as if he was about to be torn into trillions, no, perhaps sextillions, or maybe even octillions, of tiny pieces. It wasn't exactly painful, just uncomfortable.
Although it felt as if it lasted ages, in reality, it only took a fraction of a second. Yu Qingyu's current body was pulled out of where he was sitting on the side of the fountain basin, and immediately pushed out to where the second magic circle was, still in one piece. He landed with his butt on the cold, hard ground.
