Darkness, nothing but hollow void.
This was the scene Luo Chuan "saw."
He did not know whether everyone else's dreams were also like this, or whether it was only because he was still immersed in the "surface dream." None of that mattered.
Luo Chuan's body in the dream was completely dark. He felt there was a fitting name for it—ink form.
All right, pretend that last sentence never existed.
In any case, Luo Chuan had no idea what was going on. Nor could he contact the real world right now to discuss it with Yao Ziyan.
All he could do was keep heading toward the "depths of the dream," perhaps in the hope of finding an answer.
There was no concept of distance here. "Depths" was merely something symbolic.
Likewise, there was no speed, nor were there any reference points. There was only boundless darkness.
Yet Luo Chuan still clearly knew that he was "moving forward."
He did not know why he knew, nor did he know why he did not know why he knew, much less...
Ahem, he had gone off on a tangent.
In short, Luo Chuan simply moved by instinct.
Yet in this vast, empty place, Luo Chuan felt little discomfort. Instead, he was like a fish in water, as though he had always lived here.
This was another thing Luo Chuan did not understand.
As he "moved forward," perhaps bored out of his mind, Luo Chuan did not forget to observe the darkness around him, trying to find something unusual within it.
This gave him a strange sense of déjà vu. It seemed he had experienced the same scene before.
Time seemed to have lost all meaning here.
Just as a person located in a completely sealed Dark Space would likewise lose their sense of time.