The moment that voice appeared, Huo Yuhao's consciousness flowed toward it. Then a certain spiritual fluctuation arose, images appeared in his consciousness, and he saw a vast expanse of space.
An empty, deathly still world without color, without even matter. Everything existed in a state of nothingness.
Huo Yuhao was unsure what condition he was in, or whether he was within some memory or truly in some space.
At that moment, Huo Yuhao could see only a world without even black or white. There was nowhere to plant his feet, nor any sound.
Then a white dot appeared, so tiny yet so dazzling. At the sight, Huo Yuhao instinctively reached out to touch it, but he had only just extended his hand when the white dot began expanding rapidly. Within an instant, it had occupied everywhere he could perceive.
Then the world turned white, a white so brilliant that Huo Yuhao instinctively closed his eyes.
When Huo Yuhao opened his eyes again, that monotonous world had become a resplendent river of stars, countless celestial bodies revolving within it.
Streams of light appeared before Huo Yuhao's eyes, a sight no less magnificent than when he had first seen Space-Time Turbulence.
Watching all this, Huo Yuhao was somewhat dazed. She did not know why she was here, or, if this was a memory, when she had acquired it.
Suddenly, Huo Yuhao turned and moved in a certain direction. He did not know where he was going or what he sought; he merely felt something calling to him from within his heart.
Streams of light appeared before Huo Yuhao's eyes. Celestial bodies revolved and then collided. Everything seemed so disorderly, yet there were patterns to follow.
And so Huo Yuhao advanced toward that feeling while watching everything around him.
Huo Yuhao saw an