He could not see colors, hear sounds, feel warmth or cold, touch objects, smell fragrance or stench, or taste sourness or sweetness.
Shi Tiexin fell into an extreme state of isolation.
Only the lotus root of the Martial Heart Zen Lotus still glowed with fluorescent light, propping open a tiny patch of pure land where Shi Tiexin could sit cross-legged and think deeply.
Where was Old Six?
He was already close to going mad.
Absolute sensory deprivation was like an absolute little black room. He had been completely locked inside this cage.
A normal person would be driven insane after being shut in a little black room for a few days. Not to mention that Old Six was not confined in an ordinary little black room, but in an absolute abyssal dark domain.
And for him, the most agonizing part was not the torment of the flesh, but of the mind.
The greatest blow was the destruction of his will, faith, emotions, and understanding.
The more cheerfully he accepted his fate, the more he loved his former life, the more deeply he loved his former wife, the more content he had been with his former state, the more he collapsed now, the more grief-stricken he became, the angrier he grew, the madder he went.
"Aaaahhhhhh—!!!"
He howled within the Martial Heart Zen Realm, howling in grief, howling in madness.
The Old Six who had once found joy in benevolence, like a benevolent man delighting in mountains, had vanished without a trace. All that remained was a beast raging in fury, a deranged evil ghost.
Shi Tiexin understood.
He quietly watched from the side. In subjective time, he waited for about an hour.
Then Shi Tiexin stood and delivered a head-splitting rebuke to Old Six. "How long are you going to