Darkness did not descend as expected.
Feng, who had remained conscious, felt neither pressure nor suffocation the instant he was sent into the box.
Instead, he passed smoothly through the opening, and his field of vision suddenly opened up.
He was lying on a simple stretcher.
Four stark-white, naked humanoid creatures carried him forward.
Their hair had a faint greenish tint, and their pupils were catlike amber.
Their features were fairly delicate.
"Please rest assured, Lord Night King."
One of the White Zetsu spoke in a neutral, flat voice. "We will treat your injuries next."
Then another White Zetsu suddenly asked, "Do the Yato Clan need to poop?"
"..."
Feng immediately fell silent.
Speechless, he shifted his eyes and calmly observed this unbelievable space.
Soft artificial lights hung overhead, illuminating a clean stone-paved road.
Wisteria Trees with twisting branches lined both sides of the road.
Farther away, more than a dozen exquisitely designed Japanese-style wooden houses stood scattered about.
With his sharp eyesight, he could glimpse parts of the interiors through their windows.
They appeared to be basic living facilities such as kitchens, bedrooms, and bathhouses.
There was also a rather spacious open area, likely a training ground.
Along the way, he spotted two bulky, towering figures with cockroach-like heads and upper bodies, standard-issue long swords hanging from their waists.
However, Feng did not care much about their appearance.
He simply assumed they were Amanto from some planet, tasked with guarding this place.
The key was that the inside of this box was clearly a self-sufficient miniature estate.
He considered himself well-traveled and knowledgeable after roaming the universe for decades.
Yet he had truly never heard of such a miraculous piece of technology.
Not long afterward.
Feng was carried into a place called the Butterfly Mansion.
The White Zetsu who