The entrance to the 60th floor appeared deceptively simple—just a metal door with intricate runic patterns, pulsating like veins as blood seemed to flow through them. But as soon as Yan Jin stepped in, everything changed. His body was pulled into a separate space, the temperature spiking dramatically. The stifling heat wrapped around him like a suffocating blanket, and the air reeked of burning and charred remains.
The crackle of fire and the hiss of bubbling lava filled his ears. He could sense the presence of oppressive heat all around him. His soul force was restricted by some unknown power, confining his perception to a mere few meters. His vision was hazy, as though the very air distorted the reality around him.
