Chen Fei stood where he was. Even with his current eyesight, in this darkness, he could only see several miles around his own body.
Farther away lay pure, impenetrably thick blackness, as though it could draw in a person's gaze and soul alike.
Chen Fei spread out his divine sense, but the instant it touched the dense darkness around him, an unprecedented sense of sluggish obstruction struck him.
This darkness could not only devour light—it could even effectively block and weaken intangible, formless divine sense.
Chen Fei's divine sense was like something plunged into an incomparably viscous mire. Every inch it extended outward consumed several times, even more than ten times, the Spiritual Power it normally would.
And the farther it reached, the blurrier and more distorted the images it perceived became, filled with all manner of chaotic information that was difficult to distinguish.
At the same time, faint murmurs flickered in and out beside Chen Fei's ears.
At first, they were merely extremely faint, intermittent sounds, like the whimpering of wind passing through the cracks of ruins.
But very quickly, these sounds became clear, transforming into countless overlapping murmurs and whispers filled with pain, venomous resentment, unwillingness, and madness.
"Why... why did you abandon us..."
"Hatred... such hatred... everything has been destroyed..."
"Stay... stay here with us..."
"Pain... eternal pain... come taste it too..."
These voices seemed to ring directly in the depths of Chen Fei's mind, piercing through his eardrums and ceaselessly battering his consciousness.
They contained a bizarre power capable of stirring the deepest negative emotions in one's heart, eroding one's will and making one gradually sink into them, merging with this darkness filled with resentment.
And the incomparably dense, wildly churning black demonic qi around him seemed to have found its sole target, beginning to surge