Yunfeng was drowning in agony. His body burned, his skin felt like it was being peeled away, his muscles twisting and tearing apart. He wanted to scream, but no sound came out. He wanted to move, but he couldn't tell if he even had a body anymore.
Then, just as suddenly as it had come, the pain vanished.
Everything was silent.
He floated in darkness, his body weightless. The crushing agony was gone, replaced by an eerie stillness. There was no sense of time, no ground beneath him, no walls around him—just an endless void.
Slowly, his eyes fluttered open.
A familiar sight met him. His breath caught.
This… was his room.
Not the dingy, cramped space in the 20th century. No, this was his room. The one from his real life, from the future. His expensive furniture, his custom-built wardrobe overflowing with designer clothes—everything was exactly as he had left it.