A pale, hazy radiance, like congealed moonlight, filled Lin Ming's entire field of vision. There was no up or down, no left or right, no sense of time passing—only boundless, deathly white silence.
At that moment, he stood quietly in that strange world of light. There was no earth beneath his feet, yet he felt no sense of falling, as if he were suspended in an ocean of light.
All around him was empty. There was not a single figure. The Blackflame, Xin Yan, Mo Yu, Jiu Feng, and the others who had been swallowed by the pillar of light with him had all vanished without a trace, seemingly separated from him by the white world's edge.
Silence was the only melody here, so quiet he could hear the sound of his own blood flowing, so quiet it made one wonder whether his own hearing still existed.
A moment later, the corner of Lin Ming's mouth curved into an almost imperceptible smile.
After a while, not far ahead of him, a different-colored dot slowly appeared within the harmonious white light. It was a halo, only about a zhang in diameter, its edges flowing with soft yet stable milky-white light. It was slightly different from the surrounding pale haze, as if it were a door, a passage.
Lin Ming showed no hesitation. He immediately stepped forward and walked steadily toward the halo.
His steps were casual, as if he were not walking toward an unknown danger, but strolling through the courtyard of his own home.
Arriving before the halo, Lin Ming paused slightly. His gaze lingered for an instant on the flowing radiance, then without further delay, he took one step out and walked straight into the halo.
"Buzz..."
The instant he stepped into the halo, there was no imagined sensation