"Vrrm—"
As the sword rang out, Su Moqian suddenly felt his mind grow hazy.
The next moment, he found himself in a strange space.
Su Moqian didn't know how to describe what this space looked like.
"It's as if the world is shrouded in chaos. I can't see or sense anything..."
Confused, Su Moqian gazed at the chaotic space, trying to figure out where he was, but he couldn't manage it.
Even so, Su Moqian didn't stop thinking.
I'm probably here because of that Wushuang Sword, Su Moqian reasoned.
After all, he had arrived here only after touching the Wushuang Sword, so it was easy to work out.
"Then, following the usual pattern, if I want to obtain its essence, I need to earn the sword spirit's approval, right?"
With that thought, Su Moqian called out:
"Come out, Wushuang Sword! I accept your trial!"
No one answered.
This space seemed like nothingness. Su Moqian wasn't even sure if his voice had carried.
Seeing this, Su Moqian furrowed his brow.
What was going on?
Why wouldn't the Wushuang Sword come out and meet him?
Su Moqian was puzzled, but he didn't choose to sit around and wait.
"Anyway, if the Wushuang Sword won't come to me, then I'll go to her."
Though everything around him was shrouded in chaos, Su Moqian still tried to find his goal.
Su Moqian forced himself to focus, silently counting the time as he searched his surroundings.
One minute passed...
One hour passed...
He had lost track of how many hours had passed...
The chaotic space around him weighed on his mind, making it hard to stay alert. His ability to think steadily weakened.
After an unknown amount of time, Su Moqian, relying on instinct to feel his way forward, stumbled and fell flat on his