The boundless black ocean radiated an aura of absolute silence, profundity, terror, and even despair. It brought an oppression more frightening than pure night and darkness as it lay quietly within the world formed by his soul, recording the steadily increasing deaths.
Even now, the ocean was gradually expanding. What it recorded was also growing bit by bit, filling every corner of this world and increasing by amounts human understanding could neither calculate nor perceive.
When Fang Li came back to his senses, he realized that he had no idea how long he had been standing here.
"Plop..."
Amid the faint sound of water, Fang Li stood atop a corner where ripples spread out, gazing at the scene before him in silence.
"Crack..."
The sound of cracking replaced the sound of water.
Within Fang Li's sight, the space of this world was cracking apart. Like shattered glass, fragments kept raining down into the pitch-black ocean.
It had also been a long time since Fang Li had entered this space within his soul.
Now that he had returned after so long, Fang Li finally learned that his countdown was nearing its end.
Because the cracks, like broken glass, had already spread across the entire sky.
In the past, they had spread toward this place from beyond the horizon.
Now, they had begun spreading downward from above, gradually approaching the ocean below.
At the very least, as far as Fang Li could see, the only space without cracks was this ocean that had replaced the earth.
This soul space had already shattered by more than half.
Just how much had broken apart?
Seventy percent?
Eighty percent?
Or ninety percent?
Even Fang Li found it difficult to judge.
And how long would it take for this space to shatter completely?
A year?
A