Within a passage suffused with the aura of eternity, a figure burst out somewhat bedraggled.
Splash!
As though a heavy object had fallen into water, layer upon layer of ripples spread through the void.
Kulodo immediately perked up and surveyed his surroundings, only to find that he had somehow appeared within an enormous lake. Above him hung a red moon. The lake was shallow, carrying an indescribable silence.
Beneath the reflection of the crimson moonlight, the lake water was scarlet as blood.
Kulodo paid no heed to such details. At once, he pulled a black book from his robes. Only after seeing that it was completely unharmed did he let out a great sigh of relief, his body relaxing slightly before tensing up again as he warily examined his surroundings.
"What the hell is this place? Why is it so quiet?"
Kulodo frowned. This damned place gave him a very bad feeling. It was too quiet—so quiet that it felt as though he had arrived in a world utterly devoid of life, cut off from the rest of existence. Anyone left in such an atmosphere for too long would go mad.
"Is this the mysterious world connected to the Eternal Corridor?"
"The energy is fairly abundant, at least."
At a glance, he could clearly sense the difference between this place and the Origin Sea. Though the Origin Sea was equally silent, one could faintly sense a deeply hidden vitality within it, where life and death endlessly cycled through the origin.
But here... there was only dead silence, not the slightest trace of life.
Kulodo carefully took out the black book and cautiously opened it. This was what that person had given him before his departure, his greatest reliance on this journey. Once he opened it, Kulodo froze. There was not