Ji Li ignored the Time Ghost standing less than a fist's width away and slowly raised his head toward the gloomy "sky"—the boundless expanse of his mind.
At that moment, the space directly above his mind was shrouded in an inescapable haze, seemingly representing the chaos and clutter within his thoughts, the predicament of being unable to distinguish truth from falsehood.
From all directions came a thudding sound with no identifiable source. Within his soul, he recognized it—the Ghost Heart.
That thudding was the beating of the Ghost Heart. Its rhythm and force were exactly the same as they had been during the day, still violent and distinctly panicked.
Yet to Ji Li's ears, it brought another kind of pressure, an indescribable sense of danger that was once again awakened amid the dense heartbeats.
Before he could move, the veil of the Time Ghost beside him, no more than half a fist away, seemed to flutter for an instant.
There was wind in the mindscape; he had known that from the beginning. But when Ji Li turned his head, he found that the Time Ghost's bridal veil still hung motionless.
That glimpse from the corner of his eye seemed like an illusion.
But someone who had survived until today would never believe in blurred vision or momentary dazes. Every incongruous sign was a threat that had yet to be noticed.
Ji Li's gaze flickered once. He rapidly reviewed his current situation and linked two keywords together in his mind.
The instant those two words came together, his expression changed drastically, as if a question he had failed to understand for so long had suddenly been shattered.
And the answer revealed by that breakthrough was so unexpected, so terrifying.
Ji Li's already pale face turned even whiter. He quickly backed away