That was because he had gone too deep. Even the divine radiance spilling from his body was being devoured.
All was darkness before him. In Guixu, every sensation was devoured, as was every glimmer of energy. There was no concept of up or down, left or right here. It seemed this place was nothing but darkness.
But Lin Zhichen knew that couldn't be true. If this were nothing but darkness, then Black Light—a strange existence—could never have come into being. He blocked out the turmoil in his mind caused by the absolute darkness and silence, relying instead on a saint's premonition to guide him.
It was a difficult process. Without any point of reference, even he could hardly judge the passage of time. In a daze, a fleeting ripple passed by, like a raindrop falling into a still lake.
With a flash, Lin Zhichen vanished from where he stood. When he reappeared, he was at the ripple's origin. The instant he arrived, something stirred in his heart.
"Hm? There's a fluctuation of chaos energy here~"
He instinctively extended his senses, only to be startled by the pitch-black void before him. It was as if the endless darkness devoured every trace of his perception.
With no other choice, he withdrew his senses. Then, swift as lightning, he flew in the direction where he had sensed the anomaly.
It wasn't easy. With his perception limited, he had to stop after every stretch of travel and wait for that strange feeling to guide him again.
Once he calmed his mind and focused, he quickly noticed something unusual: the strange fluctuations had a certain scale. Though not perfectly precise, they pulsed at a steady frequency, like a heartbeat.
Having grasped the pattern, Lin Zhichen spent a little time tracking it down and soon reached