Lin Yi watched as the world around him gradually returned to normal, and the distorted path beneath his feet slowly recovered; the suspended stone slabs gradually returned to place, turning into a scene of nihility, and bit by bit restored to normal.
Finally, the art students traversed a portal lined with candelabras and floating light mist, reaching the exit of a certain passage...
As he passed through the exit, Lin Yi experienced a slight sensation of wind tunneling; with the change and restoration of vision, he imdiately saw so sculptures with bizarre poses standing on either side of the corridor.
"Obsession Sculptures..." Lin Yi nodded silently to himself. Indeed, these were Obsession Sculptures, indicating that this was definitely the Obsession Sculpture Corridor.
His guess was correct.
The corridor was filled with a decaying atmosphere; the Obsession Sculptures were curled up, pleading, their faces covered in expressions of despair and pain, so frozen in the action of grasping at sothing futile, as if longing for so form of redemption...
The only difference between this Obsession Sculpture Corridor and when he had first entered was that now, the sculptures were all still.
Yet even in their stillness, the eerie aura emanating from their shape, appearance, and limbs provided an unprecedented sense of oppression for the art students.
Walking through, there was a feeling of traversing through an ancient, malevolent temple, facing countless evil deities and suffering monks.
Lin Yi instinctively wanted to check the watch on his wrist but imdiately ceased his action as he looked down.
He recalled that there was sothing wrong with the ti in the Obsession Sculpture Corridor; the closer he got to that whirlpool-filled corridor, the slower the passage of ti felt, hence he instinctively wanted to check the ti but suddenly rembered, his ti was incorrect.
The ti on his watch was rely "so mont at dawn on May 11th" instead of the ti when Maozi was in the Art Building on the afternoon of May 9th.
To know the accurate ti, it would be best to see the ti on the Art Building’s pendulum clock.
He rembered seeing a clock outside the Obsession Sculpture Corridor, perhaps he could look at it once he left.
There were candelabras in the Obsession Sculpture Corridor, but the light remained extrely dim, the darkness was like mist and tides enveloping the top of the corridor, covering the Obsession Sculptures huddled against the walls and corners.
In the depths of the Obsession Sculpture Corridor, he could feel a strong sense of expulsion, as if a powerful will was driving them away; simultaneously, there was an unsettling feeling, as if being watched by so unknown, dreadful creature, feeling the prickling sensation on his back.
However, as they departed, this sensation of expulsion and unease gradually faded away.
He attempted to channel his will back into the depths of the portal inside the Obsession Sculpture Corridor, and when he did, what he saw was precisely a chaotic segnt of internal collapse, where the path taken by the art students had completely lost all traces of existence.
Lin Yi sensed that this passage seemingly didn’t exist by itself, only appearing at specific tis.
The group of art students soon reached the exit of the Obsession Sculpture Corridor, and as the first art student left, the others followed one by one, soon it was Mao Feiyang’s turn.
Once everyone had left the Obsession Sculpture Corridor, Yanjing Ming’s voice calmly arose: "We’ve returned to the Art Building, everyone line up and return to the classroom!"
"No need to be too anxious, we’re temporarily safe."
Upon hearing Yanjing Ming, there were waves of sighs among the art students, many seed relieved.
Simultaneously, Lin Yi imdiately glanced towards a certain spot in the Art Building Hall.
At that location, he vaguely recalled there was a classic European style grand pendulum clock.
He found that clock and saw the present ti.
18:23.
"18:23" Lin Yi recalled that when he initially went to the Gymnasium "Giant Do," it was approximately between 16:40~16:50, the "Banquet" started around 17:00; he wasn’t sure how long it lasted as he spent too much ntal power repairing the City Wall, and when he woke up, it was nearly 20:00. When he left, he encountered Old Mo, and by then, it was around 20:30.
After that, he followed Old Mo to the Art Building...
In other words, within the next two hours, the Art Building would transform from this current tranquil scene into a whirlwind-whipped, unstable layered apocalyptic battleground.
He turned back for another glance at the Art Building Hall, his gaze swept across the peaceful hall, landing on the do.
But in the next mont, he was taken aback.
"Oh, where is that crack?"
He distinctly rembered seeing a gaping crack at the layer level on the do, like a wound opened in the Art Building Hall, yet upon looking now, he found the do intact, with no crack at all.
Unable to resist, he gathered his spirit again and observed, but regardless of how he scrutinized, the do was unblemished at the layer level.
"What’s going on...?"
The hall may appear unchanged to regular eyes, but to Lin Yi, it conveyed a foreboding sense of an incoming storm, akin to dark clouds pressing down, threatening the city.
The odd feeling was overwhelming too, yet the do was perfectly intact.
If Lin Yi hadn’t misjudged, then surely the do’s layer level remained immaculate until 5:9 on May 9th when he and Old Mo arrived at the Art Building!
aning, the do was breached within the next two hours!
At this mont, Yanjing Ming lightly patted Mao Feiyang and quietly said: "Continue following the main group, others will guide you back to the classroom, I have so other matters to handle, so I won’t be accompanying you."
"Stay in the classroom honestly, until tomorrow, generally speaking, there won’t be any danger."
Mao Feiyang hastily nodded: "Okay, Brother Yan."
"Go on." Yanjing Ming patted Mao Feiyang’s shoulder.
Lin Yi noticed the worry hanging between Yanjing Ming’s brows, thinking of the situation in two hours, he speculated that Yanjing Ming might also sense the impending battle.
Mao Feiyang didn’t pay much attention, he turned and walked out of the exit.
Once Mao Feiyang left, Yanjing Ming sighed poignantly.
"Next, I must join the fight; hope you don’t wander off, otherwise if sothing happens, I won’t be able to explain to Brother Xian..."
Just then, suddenly—
"Boom!"
The exterior walls of the Art Building seed struck by so force, imdiately causing the entire building to "rumble..." shaking violently, the doors and windows seed to tremor like they encountered low-altitude sonic booms "bang bang bang."
Yanjing Ming’s expression changed drastically: "Oh no!! Why did it start so early?!"
"Who cares about early or late?" The veteran art student beside Yanjing Ming said in a rumble, "After 18:00, any mont could be the start of an invasion."
"Everyone prepare! Yanjing Ming, you and a few others escort the newborns back to the classroom, the rest! Move swiftly to your designated positions!!"
"Alright!" Yanjing Ming shouted lowly, accelerated his pace to catch up with Mao Feiyang and the other newborns’ group.
...
May 9th, X023, 18:25, Art Building corridor.
"Huff..."
A wandering gust of chilly wind blew, the fla of the corridor candelabras flickered, and the shadows cast by the light stretched so people’s figures long and twisted, resembling nacing demons.
"Ah!"
An unknown art student cried out first, instantly inciting panic among the students.
In the chaos, the originally orderly group of art students suddenly dispersed, so unwittingly stepped into the dark zones unlit by the lamps, and in the next mont, fell silent.
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