This was a place of profound darkness.
The darkness seemed to have materialized. Every inch of space carried the attribute of darkness. No one knew where it was, nor when it existed.
In the darkness, there seemed to be a throne cast from darkness itself.
An existence that could not be looked at directly sat upon the throne.
"The spark has appeared."
Within the darkness, some sort of low murmur suddenly rang out:
"Your Dao Body has escaped observation for many years. What exactly has he been doing?"
A monotonous, dull voice answered from atop the throne:
"Raising chickens, raising fish, planting trees, drinking tea... He's stayed in a mortal village for many years without ever leaving. He hasn't even officially embarked on the path of cultivation. He seems to be only at the Nascent Soul Realm... Very weak."
The voice in the darkness asked:
"You mean that all these years, he's merely been a farmer?"
The monotonous voice atop the throne sounded somewhat melancholy as it replied:
"How would I know? This is all I can see..."
"Don't doubt it. I also want to kill him... His being alive can threaten not only you, but me as well."
"I am darkness too."
The darkness remained silent for a very long time before the voice continued:
"You are him, and he is you... He can block my gaze, but he cannot deceive you..."
"Unless..."
A long silence followed.
"Don't think too much about it."
The monotonous voice atop the throne continued:
"As long as those sparks are extinguished, the darkness will never be illuminated again, and he won't be able to find either of us."
"As long as that happens, we'll be certain to win."
The voice in the darkness said:
"You're right..."
"I'm just curious now. When will he