Ye Tian summoned the Glazed Fire again, letting it hover around him for light.
In a daze, he seemed to spot the shore. There appeared to be a patch of snowy white upon it, so he struggled toward it. Only after he crawled ashore did he realize that the ground was covered in corpses... ghastly, snow-white bones.
Fortunately, Ye Tian had clawed his way out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood. He felt only a trace of confusion at the sight before him, with no other strong reaction.
He called out to the Bearded Man several times, but received no response. Only then did he realize that the man had not fallen into the same place as him.
After all, this black hole was far too deep. Even at their speed, they had fallen slowly for the time it took half an incense stick to burn.
"Mm... I never imagined that after waiting so many years, someone would actually come."
A voice suddenly echoed through the pitch-black space. It was ancient and feeble, reaching Ye Tian's ears only through the echoes within the black hole.
"May I ask which senior this is? Please show yourself."
Ye Tian warily surveyed his surroundings, splitting the Glazed Fire into many small clusters and spreading the flames in every direction to light the area.
Yet after looking all around, he still failed to find the source of the voice.
"Young brother, do not fear. I am no bad man. Lower your head and look below."
The voice echoed again.
Following its instruction, Ye Tian looked ahead. There, amid that heap of bones, an old man seemed to be lying.
The old man was so thin that he was little more than skin draped over bones. Had Ye Tian not possessed sharp eyes,