Those lights flowed slowly through the cracks, like magma trapped beneath the earth.
There was no light above the wasteland.
Yet it was not darkness, either.
Darkness was a state of "no light." Your eyes would tell you, "There is no light here."
The "lightlessness" above the wasteland was a state in which "light did not exist."
It was like standing in a room where all the air had been sucked away. You "felt" that air did not exist, not because your skin felt the vacuum, but because you "could not" breathe.
Within that "lightlessness," his vision could only reach a hundred zhang. Beyond that lay a blur.
Chu Ming used the power of order in place of his sight.
Colorless divine sense poured from the Dao Lord Seed and spread across the wasteland.
Like water seeping into sand, his divine sense met "resistance" as it traveled through the wasteland.
Its range was suppressed from a thousand li to a hundred li.
The map unfolding within his sea of consciousness
was a projection of the Chaos Wasteland.
It was "flickering."
Those points of light marked "golden"
were the markers of Eternal Cores.
They brightened and dimmed upon the map, like stars veiled by windblown sand.
Sword Lord used the laws of the Sword Dao to scout the way.
The longsword on his back sprang from its sheath.
As the blade left the scabbard, it gave an exceedingly soft clang.
Like a plucked string.
The longsword floated at his side, its tip pointing straight ahead.
The blade's color changed from silver-white to "transparent."
You could not "see" the blade, yet you could "see" the runes upon it.
Those silver-white runes "floated" on the transparent blade like fish frozen in ice.
The runes slowly rotated. With every revolution, a ring of silver-white