"Alright, I am ready for the second trial."

Just as Ling Tian declared his readiness for the second trial, darkness engulfed him from all directions, sealing him into what felt like another realm.

The pitch-black void swallowed all light and hope, leaving him alone with his deepest fears and doubts. This was the beginning of his nightmare.

Spectral figures emerged from the darkness, embodying both friends and enemies from his past lives.

They surrounded him, their voices a cacophony of taunts and accusations.

Faces of those he had failed, those who had betrayed him, and those who had perished because of him, each specter a vivid reminder of his past failures.

They whispered insidious doubts into his ears, attempting to shatter his spirit.

"Ling Tian, you could never protect us," one ghostly figure hissed, the image of a friend he had lost in his second life during the time he died.