As someone with plenty of experience in his previous life, Mo Zhiran was aware that this place was an absolute omen.
A bad omen that screamed death from every direction.
Zhiran could literally feel death surrounding him from every side, as if the slightest misstep would erase his existence entirely.
Those crackling lightning chains and the silent coffin suspended in front of him did not make him feel safe in any way.
Heck, he could not even take a single step forward, afraid that some kind of mechanism might be triggered and burn him to ashes.
'But… how can I leave this place?'
Unfortunately for Zhiran, he was at an impasse. Although he had come here with the help of a jade slip, he could see no exit at all.
The portal was already nowhere to be found, and he was left completely alone on the platform with a coffin of unknown origin.
'Fuck… why am I so out of luck?'
