He stepped in with one foot, planting it on the hard glass without making a sound. There was only stillness.
Once his other foot followed, he would be immersed in pure darkness. Losing his sight would naturally throw his state of mind off balance.
Above all, this was no blindfolded adventure game. Being meticulous enough was merely a prerequisite.
Beyond the basic requirement of intense concentration, he had to remain unaffected by his surroundings, apply just the right amount of force with every step, and control his entire body position perfectly.
He could not make even the slightest sound, or the whole situation would collapse, leaving him doomed beyond recovery.
All of that was merely the minimum required to get through.
This operation presented three difficulties:
First, he had to know the positions of every ghost within the first five meters by heart, without the slightest error. That demanded an inhuman memory.
Second, precise control of his body position was another crucial factor—not just his steps, but the direction he faced, his posture when his foot landed, every detail of his limbs...
Third, he had to maintain absolute confidence. Every step required a hundred percent confidence before he could set his foot down, because he had no way of knowing whether his next move was actually right.
These three requirements were daunting in the extreme. Especially under such intense spiritual pressure, his mental state and body were bound to fall out of sync and grow rigid.
What he had to overcome was not just reality, but his own inner self.
"Stop! There's a ghost's head three inches in front of your chest."
Ji Li had already taken his tenth step. Throughout, his pace had remained relaxed and his breathing normal, while he kept every ghost's position firmly in mind.
Even