Fang Chen followed his gaze. At the edge of the enormous bubble, the scene was utterly unlike anywhere else.
There were no mountains of corpses, no frozen radiance from spells—only absolute emptiness and darkness.
It was as though something had erased everything there, leaving only a black region with blurred edges that writhed faintly like a wound.
Even time, nearly at a standstill here, seemed unable to heal that wound.
At the center of that dark void, a faint Purple-Gold glimmer flickered. Like a candle guttering in the wind, it stubbornly refused to go out.
That light gave Fang Chen a feeling he could not put into words.
His pupils contracted.
The Myna bird said gravely, "Shall we take a look? I have a feeling that's the true heart of this Primordial Battlefield."
Fang Chen looked at the distant Purple-Gold speck, then at the Sword Mound and the other areas they had yet to explore.
After a moment's silence, resolve flashed in his eyes.
"Let's go. But be extremely careful. At the slightest sign of trouble, we retreat immediately!"
With the Time Bell above his head, the Floating Immortal Sword in hand, and the Swallowing Heaven Tower hovering beside him, he took Chi You and the Myna bird toward the battlefield's edge. They became a streak of light, flying cautiously toward the absolute darkness deep within the bubble and that faint Purple-Gold glow.
They passed through layer upon layer of frozen remains and turbulent energy. The closer Fang Chen came to that dark void, the stronger the repelling force became.
The golden ripples from the Time Bell began to tremble violently as they resisted an unseen erosion.
Their surroundings grew stranger still.
Light bent and dimmed as it approached the darkness, as though being sucked away.
All sound vanished. Even