Wuw—!
Thunder transformed into streams of water, cascading from the Black Hole high above the Nine Heavens.
Like a waterfall hanging from the sky.
However.
When Jiang Qiao traced the current upward and drew near the Black Hole, the surroundings grew increasingly quiet. There was no earth-shaking rumble, no roar of rushing water, and even the wild lightning gradually became gentle.
The thunderwater stretched far and wide.
Yet it was like a trickling stream, a clear spring in the mountains.
Suddenly.
Several words flashed through Jiang Qiao's mind—Great Sound is Silent, Great Form is Without Shape.
Purple thunderwater.
Streaked with threads of blood red.
He moved upstream through it.
Jiang Qiao felt no resistance whatsoever. It was as though he were a fish in water or a bird flying through the blue sky. With only a thought and a movement, he could go wherever he wished.
Soon.
As he drew closer to the Black Hole.
The purple light around him grew dimmer and dimmer, until only strands of red entwined around him.
By the time he truly entered the Black Hole.
Even the red threads had silently vanished.
Hollowness.
Emptiness.
Deathly silence.
That was Jiang Qiao's first impression after entering the Black Hole.
Endless emptiness.
An unimaginable void.
It was as though he stood alone in a starless universe, unable to find up, down, left, or right; unable to see the past or future; and even unable to sense the surging thunderwater pouring down from above.
Everything.
Once it reached this place, seemed to vanish.
The only thing remaining.
Was a faint connection between the Thunder Spirit and something deeper within the Black Hole. It was still very familiar, carrying a gentle friendliness.
That was also why he could continue forward.
"This place is very much like the Void Abyss."