章節 1890: A Future That Shouldn't Be Predicted

In the beginning, Meng Chao did not see anything through the door. 

The flames that surged out of the door were too bright.

Absolute light was like absolute darkness, devouring all information.

Meng Chao stared at the ball of light that was burning like a star. He felt as if every part of his brain was filled with thorny light. 

The light was like a storm, rampaging in his brain. It was so vast that he could not think at all.

This feeling lasted for a minute, an hour, a day, or even longer before he gradually adapted to the light of the "door."

Perhaps the light from the door was too strong, so strong that it burned countless tiny holes and marks on his retina. As a result, some twisted things that looked like bugs appeared in his vision. The things were entangled and spiraling inward, where they extended all the way to the center of the door.