Since it was already open, there was no reason not to give it a try.
It should... probably not be too outrageous, right?
With that thought, Jiang Mian stepped through.
But only a moment later, she came tumbling back out of the silver doorway, shock still plain in her eyes.
"How was it?"
Seeing her, Yin Mengyao stepped forward and helped her up.
The Hundred Forms of Floating Life Scroll could not only preserve souls, but also let its targets experience different lives.
It was like constructing an incredibly realistic mental world, one that often reflected the things its inhabitants most longed for—or feared—in the depths of their hearts.
But unless Yin Mengyao actively controlled it, the experience was randomly selected from two possibilities.
Though she was curious, Jiang Mian was already one of her own. Yin Mengyao didn't interfere, instead letting the scroll run its course.
At her question, Jiang Mian grimaced, quickly shook her head, and dropped onto the sofa.
Clearly, it hadn't been a pleasant experience.
Waking up to find herself giving birth—what kind of hell-level experience was that?
She'd almost thought she'd transmigrated again.
Even more terrifying, the moment they wheeled her out of the delivery room, Jiang Mian saw Ye Chenyang's face.
Then she woke up screaming.
It wasn't that she was particularly opposed to it. It was just that the world it simulated had been far too realistic.
Real enough to be horrifying.
No wonder she's the [Soul] Apex. She's downright sinister!
Jiang Mian instinctively squeezed her legs together. The phantom pain seemed impossible to shake, and even the discomfort of that special time of the month had grown much more intense.
"I-I'm going back to my room!"
Just thinking about what she'd seen made Jiang Mian break out in goosebumps.
No matter what,