The moment he passed through the pupil, Qianye felt as though he had just passed through a thin membranous layer to enter an unfamiliar world. Variegated patches of color appeared around him from time to time, as well as brilliant beams of light. 

In this world, there was no sense of direction to grasp, nor could one feel the flow of time—the lack of dependable sensations was inexplicably distressing. Even someone of Qianye’s constitution immediately felt his vision blur and was soon overcome by the urge to vomit. However, he couldn’t even do that because he couldn’t feel his own body and the surroundings.

Qianye tried hard to differentiate the things that he could, with the fortunate help of the Eye of Truth. Under its powers, the changes in light around him suddenly slowed down, allowing him to see—if just barely—that there was something within the beams of light.

Qianye willed it and found that his body could move accordingly. He consciously maintained a good distance from the appearing light beams. As expected, when one of the beams slowed...