As far as the eye could see, there was only... void.
"Blind Woman?"
Qi Yuan called out again, but where in his sight was there any trace of Blind Woman's graceful figure?
Qi Yuan hurriedly swept his gaze around, confusion written across his face.
The place where he stood now was strange, illusory, and dazzling.
Other than the paths he remembered walking, none of the surrounding places had taken shape, nor had they condensed into matter.
They resembled broken, brilliantly colored lines, like fireflies, or perhaps a heap of garbled numbers.
Fragments of nothingness filled the place—a chaotic expanse, unknowable, unseen, impossible to peer into.
Amid that disorder and chaos, Qi Yuan sensed an intense threat.
Yet he understood that if he were an ordinary person, he might not even be able to see these fragments of nothingness.
It was because his eyes could see hidden information that he was able to see them.
With no time to think further, Qi Yuan followed his usual path toward Blind Woman's residence.
Other than the well-traveled paths that had condensed into matter, the surrounding environment was all fragments of nothingness.
Like garbled code, they could not be touched even if he reached out.
Naturally, Qi Yuan did not dare touch them carelessly either.
Before long, he arrived at Blind Woman's residence.
Originally, in Qi Yuan's perception, there had been a wooden house and a courtyard there.
But now, apart from a babbling stream, there seemed to be nothing at all.
It was as if all his memories of the past had been false.
Qi Yuan's gaze turned solemn.
He went to other places as well.
Yet wherever his eyes fell, apart from the few paths he often walked that had condensed into matter, everything else was fragments of nothingness.
He stood on