Inside the Eye of the Returning Void lay something beyond all of Li Wuyang's imagination.
There was no up, down, east, west, no passage of time, not even concepts of matter or energy. There was only an endless, eternal gray. This gray was not the gray of a color, but a critical state between "existence" and "nonexistence"—the ultimate void.
Silence. Deathly silence. Even the activity of consciousness itself seemed liable to be swallowed by it.
Li Wuyang felt all five of his senses fail completely here. Only the Annihilation Crystal between his brows and the Great Dao Imprint in his sea of consciousness still gave off faint ripples, proving his own existence. Bao Bao clung tightly to him, sending over frightened, bewildered thoughts. "Neighbor... this place... is so empty... Bao Bao... can't feel the 'threads' anymore..."
Even Bao Bao, a void spirit, had lost his sense of direction here! The Eye of the Returning Void truly was the end of all things; even "paths" themselves no longer existed here.
"Where... could Xuan be?" Li Wuyang endured the discomfort and tried to spread out his divine sense. Yet before it could travel even a few yards from his body, it vanished like a clay ox entering the sea, assimilated by the surrounding void. Here, even searching had become extraordinarily difficult.
He could only rely on the faint connection between the Annihilation Crystal and that trace of Xuan's origin, along with the vague intuition in his heart, to choose a direction and struggle onward through the void. Every step was incomparably heavy, as though he were wading through thick glue. His vitality and strength slowly drained away.
He did not know how long he had walked. Perhaps only a moment had passed, or perhaps an eternity. Just as Li Wuyang's mind began