The moment Hao Ren passed through the teleportation gate, he felt everything around him undergo a drastic transformation. It was more than simply arriving in an unfamiliar place—it created the illusion of suddenly falling into another world. Every one of his senses seemed to shift in that instant: the atmosphere, gravity, temperature, and even the feeling conveyed by the entire space... The moment he set foot in the Corridor of Disaster, he realized he had arrived somewhere almost otherworldly. Although this place was part of Ankatro's domain, the space had become completely alien.
Then, a chill that seemed to pierce straight into his bones abruptly swept over him.
Hao Ren shuddered. He initially thought he had been attacked, but he soon realized it was only a chill. Moreover, the chill wasn't real. Rather, some enormous, indescribable power was peering over at them. Its hostility and pressure gave him the illusion of falling into an icy cavern.
"What a hellish place..." Hao Ren muttered to himself, using his own voice to slightly dispel the unease in his heart. He looked around and saw that he was standing in a deep corridor whose end was nowhere in sight. It was narrower than he had expected, but its slanted ceiling was extremely high, almost like a groove. Tattered curtains hung down from it, swaying faintly in the air despite the absence of wind. The entire corridor was built from enormous black stones, without any decorations or bright colors. All his eyes could see was an oppressive gloom, as though the concept of color itself had been deleted from this place.
The corridor wasn't completely dark, however. A faint light of unknown origin was evenly scattered through the air, allowing Hao Ren to see his surroundings. He noticed a thin mist permeating the corridor,