Deeper, into the unseen.
One had to admit, as expected of a Second Order Transcendent, Sir Stos's perception was reliable and keen.
The moment he stepped into the darkness, Fu Qian experienced the same thing.
Even though he was inside it, the view was surprisingly identical to what he'd seen from the ship.
It was a chaotic expanse of darkness. He couldn't see a thing; his eyes had become entirely useless, and even his supernatural perception was completely suppressed.
So unless he bumped into them, there was no way to know whether a mass of faces was silently watching him in the darkness.
At the same time, although the sensation was similar, it differed from the absolute darkness he'd once used in the Night Holy Capital.
The latter was like directly banishing the concept of light, leaving part of the fundamental rules missing.
The former, on the other hand, added something: it forcibly instilled the concept of invisibility in you.
Old Man had been right. Just as the information flow had forcibly created vision aboard the ship, this process was almost the reverse.
At the same time, sound had miraculously escaped suppression, allowing them to talk freely and even hear every person's footsteps.
"Same for me."
Su Gao, at the front, seemed too focused on finding the way to speak in response to Old Man's observation, so Fu Qian casually voiced his agreement.
"The good news is that I haven't sensed any other distortive forces so far. But it's hard to say what'll happen if we go farther in. It'll be harder to deal with anything here."
Not bothered by the rather lukewarm response, Old Man continued fulfilling his duty as a Second Order, checking for more details.
"The steps below are wooden, too."
At last, Su Gao's voice came