The violent trembling of the hall lasted for roughly three breaths before abruptly coming to a stop.
When Gu Sheng's vision cleared again, he discovered that he was no longer in the original passage.
He stood within a pitch-black hall so vast and empty that it defied description!
Looking around, he found endless darkness above, below, left, and right, as though it had no boundaries. With eyesight far beyond that of ordinary people, he could only make out an area three to five steps around him. Beyond that lay pure, ink-black darkness that swallowed all light.
What shocked him even more was that his formidable spiritual power had also been forcibly suppressed within his sea of consciousness by an invisible force as vast as the heavens. Even at full strength, it could barely extend three steps beyond his body. Its sensory range was actually shorter than his field of vision!
The surroundings were deathly silent. Apart from his nearly inaudible breathing and heartbeat, he could hear nothing else. It was as if this boundless world contained only him and... the stone stele beside him, still standing silently and emitting a faint bronze glow.
Everything else—the passage, the walls, even the black shadows outside the door—seemed to have vanished into thin air.
Absolute darkness, absolute silence, absolute isolation.
Even with Gu Sheng's resolute will, he could not help feeling a trace of insignificance and dread born from his survival instincts.
Just as he was adapting to this extreme environment and attempting to understand the situation, a voice rang out, seemingly from the deepest part of the hall, yet also seemingly directly within his soul.
The voice carried a faint, indistinct note of puzzlement. It was majestic and ethereal, as though it had crossed the barriers of endless time and space before