Chen Shouyi jolted awake, his face filled with terror.
"Did you have a nightmare?"
Though his head felt like it was splitting apart, his formerly muddled thoughts had now cleared completely.
He looked around in astonishment and realized that he had somehow entered Gray Mist Space. When he looked toward the World Tree, he was even more startled.
A dark aura permeated the branches of the World Tree, filling him with a sense of foreboding and evil.
After only a few more glances, his mind was already churning with distracting thoughts. It was as if countless faint voices were cursing him venomously in his ears, hurling curses without end.
Chen Shouyi averted his gaze, not daring to look again. Unease stirred in his heart.
"So it wasn't just an ordinary nightmare. But what exactly happened?"
He remembered that after his battle with the Barbarian God ended, he had been so drained that he'd slumped to the ground, watching everyone cheer loudly. Song Jieying had even pulled him up and hugged him warmly. After that, his memories had broken off, and he had fallen completely into a nightmare. Everything had turned bizarre and absurd.
Remembering those terrifying scenes and his gradual descent toward death, he still felt shaken and chilled to the bone.
The nightmare had been far too real. Even now, every detail remained vivid. If the Book of Knowledge hadn't drawn him here and helped him break free of the nightmare, he suspected he really would have died.
He had once read about a famous wrist-cutting experiment online.
The experiment was said to have taken place in southern India in 1936. The subject was a condemned prisoner who, when given the choice between bleeding to death and being hanged, chose the former. During the experiment, he was blindfolded and