Class of Ancient God Life Form.
Yang Ming noticed the 'accurate' wording used by the three teachers.
The familiar dizziness struck again, but this time, although Yang Ming's body fell into a coma, his brain remained active, and his perception still lingered.
He saw a bizarre world, where the distorted starry sky was rolled up like a tablecloth, curling into a ball, as if a fundamental linear dimension had been pulled away, becoming flat, becoming abstract, and finally turning into minimal lines.
Space seemed to have one hole after another.
Yang Ming felt like he was standing in a giant, insubstantial piece of cheese, continually 'turning his head' to look around, yet unable to sense his own physical form.
This sensory experience continued for more than twenty 'breaths'.
Breathing was the lung expansion and contraction rhythm recorded by Yang Ming's brain, an intuitive human perception of time, this fictional dimension.
