How long is a long time, that's a question.
Wei Yuan found himself completely losing his sense of time. The process of various sensory and psychological stimuli oscillating from one extreme to another seemed extremely long, stretching from birth to death; yet it also felt like a mere Instant, where in the eyes of those high in outer space, it was nothing more than the life of a mosquito or moth, brief to the point of just a moment.
Now Wei Yuan was exceptionally calm and serene, as if all emotions had been stripped away, nothing could make him fear, shock, or sadden, but he also lost the ability to feel joy.
A piece of knowledge suddenly emerged from memory: after taking large amounts of drugs, the part of the human brain responsible for pleasure would be damaged, seemingly just like the current feeling.
