Shen Ye supported himself against the wall, lowering his head to look at his palm.
Cold sweat dripped from his forehead, sliding down one bead after another.
At this moment, there was no one else present.
The small and silent cubicle felt like a tomb. He stood inside, expressionless, his face pale and his body trembling slightly.
At the very beginning.
From the moment the barrier opened.
He had crossed over into the body of another deceased Shen Ye, experiencing all kinds of strange and perilous events.
He had long grown accustomed to storms and had been through countless battles.
Even when standing before the White Night Spirit King, he could remain composed.
But.
Until today, until this moment.
For the first time, he felt something beyond the grasp of his understanding.
A sense of fear rose within him.
This fear did not stem from any concrete threat posed by an enemy, nor from the conclusion that the Eternal Brain was already dead.
