Demon Lord 3

The old man didn't answer us again. I knew he probably didn't want to bother with us anymore. Any more would reveal too much information. It was better this way. He wouldn't reveal anything, letting us find it on our own. This was our true success, not help. But where were we going now? A door-like object appeared before us. Taking a look, I knew it must be the gateway to another world. Where were we going? Should we go in? What if we couldn't get out? After some discussion, we all decided to go through the door. After all, if we didn't try, there was absolutely no chance of getting through. I felt that everything in this world was twisted together, some parts coherent, others scattered. This was especially true for light sources. A normal person would see light sources as being spaced apart, but in this world, they were scattered. Then the old man said, "This is the world of their Lord God. Their Lord God is a psychopath." It seemed as if this was the world of the insane. Perhaps every mentally ill person sees the world differently, but this psychopath truly has a problem. Almost everything he sees has a different hue, especially around light sources or people. He sees bright red, dark red, or even pink. This situation seems to make people feel even more depressed or agitated. During the day, seeing many things makes people agitated, while at night, it truly makes them depressed. This leads to people becoming increasingly mentally disturbed, and even more abnormal when problems arise. Different sounds linger around us: some are our own, some are others, and some are echoes. Even worse, we hear cries and screams, some of which are real, while others are a colorful world imagined in our minds. Combined with the howling of ghosts and wolves, it makes people feel upset and even more agitated. Looking back, I realized that my companions were gone. What was going on? Where could we find the others? I could only move forward step by step. I didn't see the bamboo forest in my dream like before, nor did I see it. There is still no sight of the dilapidated unfinished building in sight of the tall buildings. It seems to be pitch black here, but also like a universe. However, there are at least stars in the universe. Nothing here is black, nor is it truly black. It is like a blind person looking at the world. The world now is not what we call pitch black, because black has colors. For example, if we want to imitate the colors seen by a blind person, if we close our eyes, we will definitely not be able to see them. In our world, there is a colorful black, and perhaps there will be flashes of different colored lights. But if a person is truly blind, the black of the world he sees must be a person closing one eye. The situation seen with the closed eye is the same as that seen by a blind person. That feeling is empty. It's ethereal, a colorless, worldless experience. This statement doesn't apply to all blind people, as everyone's degree of blindness varies. But in this person's world, I discovered not only a profound difference in my perception of color, but also a different understanding and observation of everything around me. From his perspective, everything seems so high, so oppressive, and every object around me is distorted to varying degrees. Even now, that feeling is still incredibly difficult for me. After all, I've been here for so long, and I should have adapted quite a bit, but I haven't. I just feel so uneasy. I want to get out quickly, but now I can't see any of my companions. How can we meet again? Once we meet, what do we have to overcome to get out? The old man said, "Never even think about leaving, or you'll fall into endless darkness and abyss." Does that mean that if we try to leave, we'll fall into endless darkness and abyss? But if we don't want to leave, can we actually get out? Everything in this world is reversed. If so, then we might have a way out, but how can I tell my companions? As I continued walking forward, I found that this place seemed to be a sphere. No matter which edge, which point, or which line I took, it was impossible to get out.