All things are miracles, even Darkness and Silence①.
After the explosion, all was silent; after everything burned away, nothing but dead ash remained.
The end of the world was not a spectacular destruction, but a field of sobbing; nor was the end of hell an endless sea of karmic fire, but boundless Cold and Silence.
Amid the clamor, Zheng Qing passed through that Black Moon and arrived in a silent place. The thoughts that suddenly surfaced in his mind were those very words.
It was not his first time crossing the boundaries between different worlds.
Nor was it his first time falling from the sky.
But it was his first time experiencing the extreme sensations of rising and falling in such rapid succession—as though he had boarded a roller coaster with no seats. One second, he had still been struggling in midair, torn by an omnipresent pull as he flew toward the Black Moon, like a screw flying toward a magnet; the next, after passing through the Black Moon, his vision went dark, the ground vanished beneath him, and he began tumbling downward.
His consciousness was still frozen at the moment he had shouted, "Catch Nikita! Don't let her get away!"
The trailing sound of the word "away" crossed the boundary between two worlds, leaving a long tremor over Linzhong Lake before being completely frozen by the cold, deathly aura of Black Prison Castle and cut off abruptly.
Zheng Qing felt as though he had entered a dark room padded on all four sides with soundproofing cotton, with a high-powered Refrigeration unit running inside.
Cold wind howled past his ears, carrying an acrid smell and sulfur, along with what seemed to be a sour taste, leaving him almost unable to breathe.
It was as though a little stone had fallen