The treasure ship silently glided out of that boundary of all-consuming darkness.
In an instant, dazzling daylight poured down, making the crystalline hull shimmer with brilliant colors.
One moment, they had been struggling in the deathly silent Zuowangxu, deprived of their senses. The next, fresh, icy wind carrying the scent of snow rushed against them and filled their nostrils, bringing with it the long-missed breath of life.
On the deck, everyone instinctively took a deep breath, as if to purge the lingering decay and oppression from their lungs.
Wu Man quickly put away the [Phoenix Wing] and [Phoenix Nest], two items he could hardly bear to part with, while Golden Toad Son stopped silently reciting his scripture, and the tension in his nerves gradually eased.
Lu Da exaggeratedly stretched his limbs, making them crack, and cursed in a gruff voice, "Damn it! We finally crawled out of that accursed place! I was about to suffocate!"
The light of the [Crimson Gold Divine Lamp] in Xiao Ran's hand dimmed, and he put it away in his storage space.
He stood at the bow, his figure straight and tall, but his gaze involuntarily turned back.
They were separated by only a single "line."
Beyond the treasure ship lay the bright daylight of Changbai Mountain's snowy wilderness. The sky was clear, the mountains blanketed in snow—a vast scene woven from ice and cold.
Behind the stern, however, Zuowangxu remained like an enormous, bottomless smear of ink, firmly blotting out the world.
It was a pure "nothingness" that made one's heart quail. There was no light, no sound, no shape; even the sense of space was distorted and devoured. It hung there in silence, emanating an age-old aura of deathly stillness and void, forming an eerie contrast with the surrounding world of ice and