As the singing began, Lin Yi's perception seemed to be dragged into an endless vortex, as if he had lost his sense of gravity and sank randomly into some unknown abyss.
This abyss seemed like a cylindrical drum, with its inner walls filled with one broken sculpture after another, as if the exterior of a corn cob had been completely inverted. Countless broken sculptures crowded densely there, surging like waves and growing together like lumps of flesh pressing against each other, simultaneously evoking a sense of cluster phobia but also exuding a kind of heretical horror beauty.
This structure is like the "Heretical Choir"—just like the "Graveyard of the Deceased"!
Lin Yi felt his consciousness start to deteriorate, sinking deeper into the darkness of the endless abyss.
The singing voice of countless broken sculptures seeped into his ears like liquid amber, as if to carve malicious patterns into his brain...
