Within the chaotic Black Hole, Yan's figure gradually merged into the darkness, while his will slowly settled. His divine sense left his body and emerged outside.
The Black Hole remained deathly silent. There was no sound, nor even the faintest trace of light. Everything lay condensed within that dead silence.
His divine sense enveloped his divine soul, drawing all his energy completely inward. Then the nine-colored halo condensed and shrank into a ring of nine-colored light behind his head. With a shift of Yan's divine will, he flashed into the depths of the Black Hole world.
The moment Yan's divine sense left his body, an utterly terrifying pulling force suddenly came from every direction. It was an indescribable energy—not destruction, but pure devouring, filled with greedy consumption.
Inside a Black Hole, even light could be devoured, let alone anything else. In such an environment, even deities found it difficult to survive for long.
Behind Yan's divine soul, the nine-colored halo shimmered and transformed into a layer of light that protected his divine sense. Even so, the barrier kept flickering as though it might collapse at any moment.
Following the trails left by the divine senses that had previously swept through the Black Hole, Yan's divine sense continued toward a certain special region in its depths. Tempered by the Black Hole's pulling force, his divine sense instead became more solid.
However, he did not immerse himself in the joy of this improvement. As his divine sense moved through the Black Hole, everything around him suddenly became clear. It was no longer utter darkness, but a special region.
He saw planets—more than one. Though these planets varied in size and were arranged in a somewhat peculiar manner, the fact that they could endure within a Black Hole was extraordinary in itself. By