Darkness.
Emptiness.
An incomprehensible space.
Xie Feifei felt as if she had separated from her physical body and was floating through the boundless universe. Yet there were no stars around her, only eternal desolation and a hollow abyss of despair.
She could not feel her physical body.
She wanted to raise her hand and look at it, but although she made the motion, she could not feel the existence of her hand.
"Where am I?"
She was somewhat confused.
Following Jiang Qiao's instructions, she had come to this world. If she had guessed correctly, this should be the deep world of the Supernatural Space Jiang Qiao had mentioned.
She first drifted upward, toward the dome of the sky.
Before long, she fell downward without end, as if she had plunged into the Abyss.
But now.
She could no longer tell whether she was moving up or down.
She had lost all sense of direction—front and back, left and right, up and down. She had also lost all sense of time. This place seemed like a frozen stretch of space-time, while she was like a little insect sealed in amber.
"What should I do now?"
"Did I fail?"
Xie Feifei's consciousness was clear. Or perhaps it would be more accurate to say that she now seemed to exist only as consciousness.
"No, that's not right."
"I didn't fail."
She suddenly remembered what Jiang Qiao had told her.
After entering the space, the first will she sensed was the source of this space.
Whatever it was.
Whether good or evil.
None of that mattered.
When one fell into a predicament, it was precisely the moment when a breakthrough became possible. At such a time, contemplating the will could bring unexpected gains.
"Contemplate..."
"But I never saw that will."
"I only sensed it."