As the singing began, Lin Yi's perception seemed to be dragged into an endless vortex. He seemed to lose his sense of gravity, sinking erratically into some unknown abyss.
This abyss seemed cylindrical, its inner walls covered in broken sculptures, as though the surface of a corncob had been turned completely inside out. Countless broken sculptures crowded together, surging like waves, like tumors growing into one another under mutual pressure. The sight was intensely trypophobic, yet exuded a terrifying, occult beauty.
This structure was just like the "Occult Scriptures Choir"-that "Forest of the Dead's Steles"!
Lin Yi felt his consciousness begin to sink, descending toward the depths of darkness within the endless abyss.
The singing of countless broken sculptures seeped into his ears like liquid amber, as though it meant to carve sinister patterns into his brain...
He felt his will on the verge of dancing madly to their demonic vibrato. His throat, too, seemed to spill out an aria that did not belong to him, beyond his control, as though joining their song...
He hummed low, struggling to restrain himself, but every tremor within his consciousness seemed to squeeze his soul and mind. He felt as though his will was about to be dismantled, then reassembled into some unknown, entirely new form of consciousness... If that happened, perhaps he would no longer be himself.
This occult yet solemn singing seemed to reassemble into some bizarre form within the abyss, like a crown displayed upon an abyssal throne since time immemorial, giving off a firefly-like glow in the lightless darkness...
The broken sculptures' singing seemed intent on melting Lin Yi's consciousness into falling ripples...
In his daze, he murmured, as though recalling some whispered words-when he had first taken Li Huiyuan up to the fifth floor of the Teaching Building's