At first, Meng Chao saw nothing inside the "door."
The blazing radiance pouring turbulently from within the "door" was simply too bright.
Absolute light, like absolute darkness, devoured all information.
Meng Chao stared at the blazing sphere of light, burning like a star, and felt as though every groove in his brain had been packed full by barbed rays of light.
The radiance was like a storm, charging wildly through his mind in a vast, surging torrent, leaving him utterly unable to think.
This sensation lasted for a full minute, or an hour, or a day, or even longer, before he gradually adapted to the "door's" light.
Or perhaps the "door's" light was simply too intense—so intense that it scorched countless tiny holes and marks into his retinas, causing twisted, writhing, coiling things like worms to appear within his field of vision. Entangled together, they spiraled inward, extending all the way toward the center of the "door."
Seen this way, the "door" did not resemble a three-dimensional object floating in the void.
It was more like a hole had been dug directly into three-dimensional space.
A bottomless white hole, like a tunnel leading straight into another dimension.
Meng Chao stared at the white hole for a long time, utterly entranced.
At last, he realized what the things curling, winding, and spiraling deep into the center of the white hole truly were.
They were the scarlet afterimages that had guided him here all along.
They were the path carved out by the "Martial God," Lei Zongchao.
No, not merely the "Martial God" Lei Zongchao's path.
Or rather, not merely one path belonging to the "Martial God" Lei Zongchao.
In a daze, Meng Chao saw thousands upon thousands of faint, mottled, grotesquely twisted scarlet afterimages in every direction around the "door."
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