"Crack..."
Cracking sounds rang out from time to time across the sky, which was covered in fissures.
Standing atop the pitch-black ocean, Fang Li gazed at the gradually shattering sky before him.
Everything in sight was the same as the last time he had seen it. The entire space was already on the verge of collapse, nearly touching the pitch-black ocean that recorded death.
Yet precisely because of that, when Fang Li subconsciously estimated how much had yet to break, his gaze naturally fell upon the sea beneath his feet.
The last time he entered this place, Fang Li had discovered an extremely obvious question that he had somehow overlooked.
"Why had I never thought of it?"
Fang Li had thought himself quite familiar with his own soul. Under Ryougi Shiki's guidance, he had even vaguely sensed the true nature of his soul before.
However, that had merely been self-assurance.
Indeed, Fang Li had vaguely sensed the nature of his soul.
But whether Fang Li was truly familiar with his own soul was another matter entirely.
Because...
"Even if this space contains only the sky and the ocean, while the sky is plain to see, I have never understood this ocean."
Fang Li understood very well that every droplet within this pitch-black sea recorded a kind of death.
But even without seawater, the seabed would still contain coral, rock formations, and even volcanoes.
At most, the seawater in this pitch-black ocean was merely a record. It was not Fang Li's soul itself.
If Fang Li wanted his soul to transform, what needed to change was not this seawater, but the ocean that contained it.
In other words...
"I have no idea what lies beneath this ocean."
Could that be called familiarity?
Of course not.
Therefore, Fang Li had begun to