A month later.
Amid the chaotic void currents, three streaks of light moved with difficulty, like fish swimming upstream.
Mo Lin led the way, a faint clear radiance condensed from Origin Power enveloping him and keeping the violent spatial storms and corrosive currents of the Law of Deathly Stillness at bay. His expression was calm, his eyes deep as he constantly scanned ahead, searching for relatively stable spatial nodes.
Ling Qingzhu and Ling'er followed closely behind. Ling Qingzhu still wore her elegant white dress, and under the shifting light, her cool, beautiful face appeared even more otherworldly. Yet there was less of her initial resistance and aloofness in her brows, replaced by the calmness earned through hardship and... a barely perceptible dependence on the figure ahead. Ling'er wore a moon-white short dress, her petite body staying close behind Mo Lin. Her sapphire eyes brimmed with curiosity toward the unknown and absolute trust in him.
Over the past month, they had crossed several "supercontinents."
Every continent had been like the black desert where they had first arrived: dead, desolate, and shrouded by the laws of "the end of Dharma" and "Return to the Void." Yet every continent had its own distinct way of dying and its own dangers.
They had once set foot on a continent submerged beneath a boundless "Sea of Silence," thick and black as ink. Its surface was calm and still, yet it contained a terrifying power capable of devouring all sound, light, and even souls.
With his Saint-grade cultivation, Mo Lin forcibly split the sea surface and plunged into its depths. There, he discovered the ruins of an ancient submerged city built from some strange crystal, its style entirely different from that of Purple Star civilization. Powerful curses and illusions targeting the mind and soul lingered within