The world was eternally dark.
A grim Tower stood between heaven and earth like a nail, forever nailing this curtain of night to the world and driving away the blazing sun and bright moon.
For from this point on, the world of the Tower had no further need for so-called radiance.
Even now, though Ji Jue had been elevated to the rank of a Heavenly Being, he still could not distinguish a single color within such a world.
All he could see were dim shadows and pure darkness constantly overlapping and interweaving.
Including himself...
Furious silver radiance burned, yet it could not even preserve its own color. Even if he resisted with all his strength, he still found it difficult to halt the mighty torrent raging at this moment.
Everything had lost its meaning. Everything awaited judgment, for new standards and laws had appeared in this world. All things awaited appraisal, bowing their humble heads.
He could not even sense the slightest malice!
No matter how Ji Jue resisted, no matter how the Mohists' flames burned, they could not provoke even a trace of hatred.
High above in the boundless heavens, it seemed that a pair of eyes looked down. With one indifferent glance, they swept past every insignificant speck of Dust.
Submission or resistance, even a dying struggle—it did not matter.
It was all the same.
All things and all phenomena would ultimately return to darkness, bathing forever in Tower's Shadow.
Crack—
A shattering sound rang out. A crack emerged before Ji Jue's eyes, and he suddenly felt his body lighten, as though he had returned to land from the deep sea.
Yet he was still within the sea of shadows; nothing had changed. It was merely that a diving-bell-like construct had propped itself up before him, temporarily bearing