In the hospital ward, the deathly pale lights cast their cold glow over every corner. The pungent smell of disinfectant filled the air, drilling into Wang Xian's nostrils and making his already muddled consciousness feel even heavier.
Wang Xian slowly opened his eyes, confusion and vigilance filling his gaze, like a wounded beast trapped in an unfamiliar place.
Wang Xian instinctively circulated the energy within his body. However, there was no response at all. His body seemed bound by invisible shackles, utterly lifeless within, without even the slightest fluctuation of energy.
He tried to draw upon the strength of his physical body, only to find that he was nothing more than an ordinary mortal. He raised his hand and clenched his fist, his movements mechanical and weak.
Wang Xian then tried to probe for his divine consciousness. It had once been the tool he used to sense the world and perceive all things, yet now his mind was completely blank, devoid of any familiar divine consciousness.
At that moment, Wang Xian was like a traveler lost in a dark forest, stripped of all direction and support.
He, a cultivator who had once roamed the Immortal Great Universe and the Chaos Sea, was now like an ordinary man who had never experienced the descent of Datafication and had never witnessed the destruction of the Outer Universe, trapped in this seemingly ordinary hospital ward.
The corners of Wang Xian's mouth lifted slightly, revealing a mocking smile.
He had not experienced such a scene, such helplessness, for the first time.
The previous two times, he had also been deeply trapped within it. Even now, he vividly remembered the feeling of being toyed with by an illusory world.
Each time had been like struggling through endless darkness, unable to see even the faintest glimmer