Bizarre colors swallowed the ground beneath them, spreading upward until the entire pit was obliterated into blackness.
Everything settled.
All those left below—Mother of Heaven, Mothman, Silkworm, and the Vengeful Spirits—vanished.
Gale Wind howled.
Lin Feng hung in the air.
He could not tell whether he felt lingering fear or panic.
Just moments earlier.
As he neared the final stretch out of the pit, even the enormous white tiger manifested from the Tiger Tally in his arms and carried him upward.
Amid the heavenly radiance refracting over the Di Ting amulet, a Bodhisattva seemed to reach out a hand.
A beam of light also appeared above the Sky Pearl, shielding him as he soared upward.
The plants and insects that had blocked his path were all silently devoured.
Lin Feng had come within a hair's breadth of being caught in it.
Only after shooting three thousand li straight up did he stop in midair.
Lin Feng looked down. From this angle, the black pit resembled a black eye.
It stared coldly up at him.
Compared with that immense blackness.
Lin Feng was utterly insignificant.
The moment it emerged into the Yang World, it abruptly stopped.
Lin Feng stared at it, and it stared back. Then came a strange ripple. He could sense it—a roar!
This expanse of blackness was "alive." Ascension to immortality was indeed "ascension to immortality," but Mother of Heaven had misunderstood.
It was not the ascension she had imagined.
It was the ascension of this black thing.
Only after Lin Feng watched the blackness disappear completely did he descend.
He landed on the ground.
Lin Feng surveyed the scene before him, then glanced at the corpse beside him. Every organ was present except the eyes.
His eyes were still fixed on the eyes of the “Mother of