The scene before his eyes suddenly began to shift at dizzying speed.
When it finally settled, Ye Lin found himself standing in a room.
The room was empty. There wasn't so much as a single hair in it.
But the door ahead was sealed. No matter how hard Ye Lin pushed, it did not budge.
His cultivation had also been suppressed to the early stage of the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm.
One breath, two breaths, three breaths...
After dozens of breaths, the door slowly opened.
Beyond it stretched a long street, with rows upon rows of buildings on either side.
Without the slightest hesitation, Ye Lin stepped through the door and rushed forward.
His figure flickered down the street. After a few steps, he plunged into a narrow alley beside it.
Taking the main road would be the most foolish choice.
It was safer to weave through the side streets.
Ye Lin also discovered that, apart from being unable to fly or travel through space, he could still use all his other abilities.
Nor could he pass through the buildings.
He had no choice but to follow the roads.
Ten meters with each step, his figure flickered onward.
That was as fast as he could go.
It wasn't that he didn't want to go faster. He couldn't.
The buildings were too densely packed, forever blocking his way.
As he walked, Ye Lin suddenly stopped. He pressed his back against a wall, then slowly poked his head out to look into the alley beside him.
A black-robed figure stood in the middle of the alley, its withered hands gripping a blood-red Sickle.
The figure stood there, constantly scanning its surroundings.
Ye Lin stayed pressed against the wall, motionless.
The fellow looked unremarkable, but Ye Lin had no intention of seeking trouble.