When Pi Yanlin's consciousness plunged into the void, the first thing he felt was a piercing pain in his eardrums—as if countless fine needles were drilling into his ear canals.
When his vision cleared again, he found himself standing in a expanse of chaotic grayish-white. Countless threads floated in every direction: red like blood, black like ink, and white and translucent like moonlight. Every single one was trembling slightly, as if alive.
"This is..." He raised a hand, wanting to touch the nearest red line, but just as his fingertip was about to brush it, the thread suddenly snapped with a *crack*.
Chapter 33