Bab 1355: Demon God Cosmic Heavenly Art

Bai Zemin headed for the first door head on. Toward the room that clearly had once belonged, or perhaps still belonged, to a girl.

His footsteps stopped inches from the door and his eyes lingered on the nameplate for what seemed like an eternity. Even though that immature and hesitant young man he used to be died in the apocalypse to forge the iron will that allowed him to survive so many dangers to this day, Bai Zemin found himself hesitating as to whether or not to open the door.

In the end, his curiosity as well as his strong heartbeat won out.

He simply had to see it... even though deep inside him there was a voice telling him not to.

Finally, with a soft creak, the rustic wooden door slowly opened backwards.

Boom...

Bai Zemin felt as if a bomb exploded in his head as he froze staring at the scene in front of him with wide eyes and dilated pupils.