Yang Yi was trapped inside the God Statue. The space kept shrinking, and the tremendous force pressing in made him curl up. His bones began to creak under the strain, as though they might be crushed at any moment.
With it came indescribable agony-the pain of every inch of skin, muscle, and bone being squeezed out of shape, leaving him no time even to think.
He had tried every means available and could not escape. His only hope lay in the power of a god...
Yes, the power of a god...
As though his call had been answered, Yang Yi suddenly felt his body grow light, and all the pain vanished.
In reality, however, anyone who could see his panel would have found his Sanity plummeting. It soon dropped below 50 and continued draining away like leaking water, until it stopped at 1.
In Yang Yi's perception, he had arrived in a boundless white space. Though he felt something solid beneath his feet, it did not seem to be the ground, but rather...
"Light?"
Yang Yi hazarded a guess. He felt as though he were standing on light, inside the light itself.
He looked around, not understanding why he was here. Trying to think it through only made his head ache fiercely. He seemed to have forgotten many important things.
After shaking his head, he began exploring the space, following his instincts in a particular direction.
Because he kept feeling that something there was drawing him... or rather, calling to him.
After walking for an unknown length of time, he stopped. A multitude of finger-sized people had appeared at his feet, densely packed together, kneeling with their arms crossed and praying devoutly toward the front.
Here, Yang Yi seemed like a giant towering between heaven and earth, utterly out of