Absolute darkness and void.
Consciousness feels as if it has been thrown into an abyss where even time doesn't exist, with all senses, thoughts, and sense of existence completely stripped away.
Then...
Pain!
An indescribable soul-level pain, like millions of glowing hot steel needles simultaneously piercing into every corner of awareness, forcibly tearing him out from that absolute "nothingness"!
"Ah!!!"
Jeming suddenly opened his eyes, but could only see a blur.
He instinctively struggled, and it wasn't until his pupils refocused that he realized he was suspended in a liquid glowing faintly green.
His body soaked in the viscous liquid, with a respirator covering his mouth and nose, and his limbs feeling a weak and powerless unfamiliarity.
He was inside a gigantic glass cultivation tank.
After the initial pain passed, his senses quickly returned.
Through the transparent liquid, he saw rows of similar tanks around him, like cold tombstones standing in the dim space.
