After the carriage door opened, what appeared before them was countless slowly rotating pitch-black vortices. That pure darkness seemed capable of completely sucking in one's mind with just a single glance.
And all they had to do was pick one at random and jump in.
...That feeling was difficult to describe in words.
The instant they entered those vortices, it was as if they had entered a bizarre, indescribable, fragmented world where Time and Space had both become turbulent currents.
Aside from Bai Zhi, the others almost instantly lost consciousness and passed out.
"This is..."
Feeling the strange changes in the surrounding environment, Bai Zhi's expression shifted.
Although the sensation was impossible to put into words, for some reason, a strange sense of familiarity suddenly welled up inside him.
...As if he had experienced this countless times before.
"So this... is the World Tomb?"
When all the surrounding darkness faded away, a rather peculiar world appeared before Bai Zhi.
The sky was a vast expanse of hazy white, stretching beyond sight, while beneath them lay an endless ocean.
—An ocean made up of countless syringes, blades, thumbtacks, and other sharp objects.
As far as the eye could see, the entire world was almost completely occupied by these things. Nothing else existed.
The four of them had landed separately above this boundless ocean. Aside from him, everyone else remained unconscious. A faint white radiance emerged from the Tickets on their bodies, forming temporary white barriers around them.
"This kind of world..."
As God's Perspective rose endlessly higher without ever revealing any scenery beyond this "ocean," Bai Zhi could not help but frown.
...He suddenly understood some of what the Train Conductor had said.
They were not too far apart, and after about three or four minutes, the other three successively woke