Wang Xuan felt his Primordial Spirit shudder violently. The scene before his eyes shattered, reassembled, and overturned in an instant. Countless mottled colors and distorted lights intertwined into an endlessly surging river of time, dragging his entire consciousness into its current. There was no sense of direction, no day or night, not even any distinction between past and future.
When all the Chaos and clamor subsided, he slowly opened his eyes to find himself surrounded by boundless Void.
There was no sky, no earth, no movement of wind, no echo of sound;
Above him were no sun, moon, or stars; beneath his feet was no soil or stone; beside him was no point of reference. There was only infinite, utterly pure emptiness filling every corner.
The sky was empty, with no dome to rest beneath and no horizon to behold;
The earth was empty, with no solid ground to tread upon and no up or down to distinguish;
Humanity was empty, with no living beings to seek and no breath to sense;
The divine was empty, with no gods to offer protection and no Divine Power to envelop all;
Buddhism was empty, with no Buddhist Dharma to cleanse and no mercy to rely on;
The sun was empty, with no blazing sunlight and no radiance of day;
The moon was empty, with no bright moonlight and no changes of waxing or waning;
The stars were empty, with no twinkling starlight and no direction to point toward;
Time was empty, with no passage of years, no past to pursue, and no future to await.
Nine Voids of Boundlessness.
This was the dimensional space opened by the Great Evil King—an independent dimension detached from the Plot World itself, yet connected to it by countless threads, sharing its life and breath.
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