Wrong Sexual Contact

Qi Ming stopped in front of the strange and simple door and was stunned. The world inside the door is in chaos. Countless broken lands are like boats on the rough stormy sea, being thrown up, sinking, colliding with each other, and constantly being torn apart. There was only endless despair in that world. "Then... What the hell is that place..." "Haha, some people call it the wreckage, the torn manuscript, the cry of the abyss, or the inner world that emerges relatively behind the surface world. Oh, by the way, I prefer to call it the exile place, the exile place of the gods."