At the end of the red was a torrential downpour; beneath the black base was a steady drizzle.
Water streamed down the shattered steel plates, washing over the faded floor tiles and soaking the powder into sludge.
Amid the swishing rain came the scratch of pen on paper. Crumpled balls of waste paper were thrown out from deep within Room 101, quickly pounded into pulp by the downpour.
The eerie, unsettling red glow tried every way it could to worm into the darkness of Room 101, illuminating a vague silhouette.
Just as Mei Sheng had seen Old Ghost 101 before, the man had his back to the outside world, his body trembling as he lost himself completely.
"Does the third stage exist or not...
"If it truly exists, then it shouldn't look like this.
"If it doesn't exist, then why did I come here and hear all this?"
"Upside down is yang, upright is yin, but yin and yang are not opposites, nor do they shift according to my perspective.
"Perhaps the concepts of yin and yang I see never existed at all. They are merely definitions I imposed upon it... upon them..."
"I died. I lived. I am trapped too.
"The Yin World should not be a place I came to, but how am I supposed to return to the Yang World?
"Whether Mei Sheng is dead or alive doesn't matter at all. She is already ruined as a person...
"That leaves only me. Where should I go? What else have I failed to make use of?"
Sheet after sheet of waste paper drifted like snowflakes, carrying winter's hopes, only to be immediately crushed into mud.
Crossing from yang to yin was an enormous breakthrough.
Those who could arrive here often received tremendous enlightenment, achieving a powerful and effective