The moment the door was closed, Ye Qingxuan fell into the abyss. Actually, it was just a hallucination. Other than the fact that there was a blur before his eyes, his body did not actually sense any loss of gravity.
This world felt like an illusion, as if it was part of an illusional realm. But the difference from illusions was that it had already turned into a suggestion of illusion and had merged into part of a massive fictitious scene.
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Ye Qingxuan suddenly woke up with a shock to a string of fine characters. He saw a green ocean around him. An ocean of unlimited words.
In the blink of an eye, the entire world had been replaced by formulas and laws. Everything had turned into a string of dull and boring data and records, including Ye Qingxuan himself.