The "sun" hanging at the center of the Shadow Domain shone ever brighter.
The vast voice within it carried the weight of a final judgment.
"Mortal, before Absolute Light, your shadow has nowhere to hide."
On the seven-member team's communications channel, only piercing static remained, along with stifled groans from the Water God and the others.
Their sight and senses were completely overwhelmed by the pure Light Power, plunging them into a blinding white haze.
This was an overwhelming force on a conceptual level.
As long as "light" existed, they were prisoners beneath a lamp that would never go out. There was nowhere to hide and nowhere to run.
Yet at the center of the storm, Qin Chuan gave his answer.
He said nothing.
He simply raised Night of No Light in his right hand.
The tiny black vortex on the pitch-black dagger began to spin faster.
At first, it was no bigger than a pinprick. But as Qin Chuan poured Divine Might into it, the vortex silently widened—from a pinprick to a coin, then to the mouth of a bowl.
Then something uncanny happened.
The rays from the "sun," capable of purifying and erasing everything, bent as they came within a hundred meters of Qin Chuan, as though caught in an invisible gravitational field.
Instead of shining straight ahead, they were pulled into glittering arcs by an irresistible force. Every last one curved toward the black vortex on Night of No Light.
It was not absorption.
The instant the rays entered the vortex, their very quality as "light" was stripped away.
Heat, brightness, energy—every concept that made up light was broken down at the edge of that tiny vortex, then reduced to nothing.
A hundred rivers flowed into the sea. Every ray of light poured into the void.
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