It was a fleeting glimpse, occurring in an instant almost impossible for a human to perceive. Yu Sheng's mind passed through the chaotic black fog, witnessing certain scenes from beyond a distant boundary for less than one ten-thousandth of a second—but even so, that fleeting glimpse was deeply branded into his consciousness like a searing mark, while the enormous information it carried roared through his mind like a storm.
Yu Sheng even suspected that he had died once more in that instant, yet for some bizarre reason, he himself had not realized that he had died and come back to life.
Then, he swiftly passed through some sort of "threshold layer" and continued plummeting into the depths of that bone-chilling black fog.
Bang. An illusory impact echoed through his soul. He came to an abrupt stop and realized that he seemed to have crashed into something.
The black fog around him receded slightly. A chaotic glimmer lit up in the distance, revealing several enormous silhouettes.
Yu Sheng saw huge pillars arranged in neat rows within the fog, each towering like a lofty pagoda. Beneath his feet lay mottled, ancient flagstones, every crack seemingly steeped in centuries of time. At the end of the pillars stood a massive temple, lying silently in the darkness like a tomb.
Was this the end of the black fog? Was the lowest level of that mirror like this?
Having fallen all the way down from "above," this thought surfaced instinctively in Yu Sheng's mind, but almost immediately, he shook his head.
The black fog was still churning farther away, and the place where the fog connected with the ground seemed to be a fractured spatial structure. This was not the "end," but rather another dimension connected to the mirror.
He looked up and scanned his