บท 1239: Sorry to Disturb You

The world was dark, filled with misfortune and forgetfulness.

The proliferation of anomalous substances blurred the surroundings, creating an overwhelming sense of overlapping that caused everyone to experience visual confusion, affecting their mental state.

The endless wailing and forgetfulness were like the wind, blowing incessantly, taking away the past but failing to return the future.

This was Xu Qing's battlefield.

After D132's divine authority and domain erupted, 60% of the hundreds of cultivators had died.

The corpses of those who died landed on the ground and appeared in the cells. They were clearly dead but they forgot it. Now, they were in a daze and became D132's prisoners who were neither alive nor dead.

What awaited them was an eternal nightmare.