A faint fluorescent glow burned eternally along the endless staircase.
"...A Memory Door?"
After glancing at the door standing off to one side, Bai Zhi pondered for a moment before continuing up the stairs.
Although his perspective inside that Memory Door had mainly focused on Loli Huan Yan, he had also obtained plenty of information related to himself.
...Childhood sweethearts who had grown up together?
Bai Zhi shook his head slightly, no longer dwelling on it as he continued ascending the stairs before him.
After climbing another 150 steps, he arrived at a new floating platform and saw a brand-new door there.
However, unlike the previous azure door, this new door was mixed with tens of thousands of colors.
It was not colorful and dazzling. Instead, it was a chaotic, mottled mess that caused a physiological sense of nausea, devoid of logic or pattern.
It was as if countless paints of different colors had been randomly mashed together, forming a horribly disgusting mottled door.
And the scene inside the door was completely beyond Bai Zhi's expectations.
—It was a kind of chaos beyond description.
It was as if the memories of hundreds or thousands of people had been haphazardly intertwined, forming an utterly terrible, indescribable monstrosity. Inside this wildly chaotic Memory Door, Bai Zhi could not even find Huan Yan.
"This feels a little bad... Is it because of the ritual?"
Frowning slightly as he looked at the disgusting mottled door behind him, Bai Zhi quickened his pace up the stairs.
Unfortunately, almost every door he encountered afterward was this kind of chaotically colored door, and the scenes within them were as disorderly and confused as ever.
After trying to explore several times without results, Bai Zhi gave up on investigating these worthless doors and focused instead on climbing upward.