Li Yao felt that his soul was stretched into an infinitely-long line.
This line crossed millions of lightyears in the blink of an eye in the four-dimension and jumped in the shadows of planets, stars, and stone belts, moving further and further away from his shell.
Eventually, he could hardly tell whether he was swinging in space or sinking in an ocean.
At first, he lost his sight. The glittering light turned into chaos until everything fell into darkness.
Then, the tidal sounds from the stars and the background noises of the universe were gone.
After that, the senses of his soul and his skin were stickier and stickier, before they were all gone under the heavy pressure.
There was nothing that could reassure him that he was still alive.
One second in the absolute desolation was like a hundred years in hell.
Even Li Yao could barely hold on anymore despite his determination. He was on the verge of collapse.
