Chen Shouyi suddenly woke up, his face filled with terror.
"Did you have a nightmare?"
Though he felt a splitting headache, his muddled thoughts were now completely clear.
He looked around and was startled to find himself unwittingly in the Gray Mist Space; when he saw the World Tree, he was even more frightened.
Between the branches and forks of the World Tree, a dark aura permeated, giving a sense of ominousness and evil.
After only a few more glances, his mind began to flood with distractions, as if countless venomous voices whispered curses and maledictions by his ears.
Chen Shouyi avoided his gaze, no longer daring to look, feeling uneasy inside.
"Seems like it wasn't just a simple nightmare earlier; what exactly is happening?"
