The mist from the Dao Heart formation coiled around Li Ling's ankles, then climbed his body like a creeping vine. The next moment, his vision blurred and the roar of the crowd, the pressure of countless competitors, the heavy aura of the cultivation world vanished.
All of it just disappeared and Li Ling fell into an aether of blackness.
...…
BRINNG! BRIINGG!
A sharp pain lanced through his forehead as Andrew Han jerked awake with a gasp, nearly sliding out of his ergonomic office chair. His neck ached, his lower back hurt, and his face had the pleasant imprint of a keyboard pattern.
He blinked groggily at the 30 inch dual monitors in front of him. One showed a 3D render of a government annex building, the other a set of CAD drawings half-finished, with their lines and measurements spread across the screen.
His apple watch continued to screech at him with mechanical hatred as he had over sleep seven of his alarms in one go.
