Ku Zhan saw this and instinctively warned him, "Mr. Lu, be careful."
Not everyone could enter the abyss. Only those who had reached Great Perfection in Cross Tribulation could enter.
He did not know what realm Lu Yin was in. Although Lu Yin gave him pressure comparable to that of his master, that did not necessarily mean Lu Yin had reached Great Perfection in Cross Tribulation.
Yet at this moment, Lu Yin could hear nothing. He walked toward the abyss step by step.
In the end, his figure vanished.
Ku Zhan stared blankly. He had gone in.
Hopefully, this person could still come back out.
Ever since the Mind Universe had been struck down, plenty of people had fallen into the abyss and never come back out. It was normal. Cultivation was inherently dangerous.
The abyss was pitch-black. Lu Yin kept falling downward. He did not know how long he would fall, nor did he know the passage of time.
Time itself was distorted here, like a vortex in the River of Time. Perhaps it was an instant; perhaps it was a hundred years. No one knew.
His body entered the abyss, and his heart entered the abyss. With the five skandhas all empty, he experienced the despair of being suppressed like an ant, as well as the magnificence of merging with the abyss.
He knew neither time nor space and could not sense himself. There was only the abyss. Never before had he seen his own heart so clearly, even though he had not thought of anything.
After an unknown amount of time, he saw gray currents flowing ahead. Those were traces of time.
He raised a hand and touched the grayness. The darkness remained the same darkness, and the abyss remained the same abyss. Nothing had changed, except