At the bottom of the River of Oblivion.
Human-shaped, serpent-tailed shadows piled on top of each other, flowing with the current, vast and endless to the sight.
One of the shadows, as if awakening from a nightmare, shuddered, and amidst a tremble of limbs, suddenly soared into the air.
Chen Mu felt his brain was a jumble of mush, as if his thoughts were out of control.
Instinctively wanting to shake his head to clear his mind, he found it futile, his head immovable.
In a haze, noticing the boundless flood of shadows, Chen Mu's heart was filled with horror.
He struggled to move his arms and body, only to find the connection between body and mind intermittent.
Thinking over and over again to lift his arm, he managed only once to slightly move his smoke-like palm.
His consciousness was frantically useless. After trying for a long time, he had no choice but to calm down and try again.
