Pitch-black, empty, deathly silent, unknown... This was Wang Xuan's first impression after passing through the "gauze of Dusk's strange spectacle."
He could see nothing. Even his Spiritual Heavenly Eye had failed. There was no sound, no scenery—only darkness everywhere, without the slightest breath of life.
Of course, this was merely his instantaneous experience upon first arriving in this "foreign land."
It was as though the darkness were about to drown even his thoughts, stripping away every perception.
Suddenly, scarlet appeared. His eyes were the first to recover, and he saw something. What was that? Vast red rays of light, as though they had suddenly slashed through a lightless abyss.
Was that blood flowing? Or perhaps rules interweaving and Dao rhythms manifesting? An instant became eternity, and he seemed to have fallen into a strange loop of time from which he could not escape.
Wang Xuan had abundant combat experience and reacted at the first time.
On both sides of the dark, empty space, an even more terrifying blood-red color appeared—enormous beyond measure, like two scarlet planets crossing the deathly silent canopy of heaven, streaking through trails of bloody light.
Were those eyeballs? They were so huge as to beggar belief.
Boom!
A Collapse Tsunami erupted. Sound suddenly existed within the entire silent black space as the gigantic blood-red circular blotches hurtled toward one another.
And Wang Xuan stood between them.
They no longer resembled blood-red eyes. They were like iron hammers with flattened fronts, more like two iron awls whose tips crashed together, boundlessly vast.
Before they even made contact, dense blood-red textures had already intertwined between them, like lightning, or like rules cleaving through the world.
All of this abruptly appeared and concluded before the sparks of an extraordinary being's thoughts could even burst forth. It was too fast