The Right Choice

Yuan Ming said nothing. With another wave of his hand, the Dream of All Beings Dao Seal flew above the three men's heads, blooming with a gentle radiance that pulled them all into an illusion.

The three men in reality rolled their eyes back in unison and fell into a deep slumber.

Yet within the dream, they only felt darkness fall before their eyes, and everything around them vanished.

Before them lay absolute silence and darkness. They could hear nothing—not even their own breathing or heartbeats. Even when they opened their mouths and shouted, no sound emerged.

The only thing left was their sense of touch.

They could still touch themselves, and that was the sole proof that they still existed.

Zheng Heng tried to activate his Spiritual Sense to detect the other two, attempting to contact them through voice transmission. However, his Spiritual Sense had long since been sealed, and he gained nothing.

He felt as though he had been thrown into a world of utter nothingness, where the only thing he could perceive was himself, and the only thing he could touch was himself.

"Is this the trial?" After failing repeatedly, Zheng Heng gave up searching for the other two.

He forced himself to calm down, then sat cross-legged and tried to pass the time through cultivation.

However, there was naturally no spiritual power in this void world. He could not even sense the spiritual power within his own body, as though he had become an ordinary man who was both deaf and mute.

The only two things they could do were walk aimlessly and let their thoughts roam wild as a heavenly horse soaring through the skies.

Zheng Heng had no wish to walk about meaninglessly, yet he could not stop his thoughts from scattering in every