"So... sticky..."
"Where... am I?"
Ling An felt lost, like a fetus trapped in the womb.
He tried to open his eyes, but all he saw was darkness.
It was as though he had been cast into the deepest, blackest ocean, without a single ray of light.
"What... happened to me?"
After the Threnodian awakened, his control over his body had begun to weaken, leaving him like a puppet suspended by strings.
Answering the Threnodian's call, he had traveled alone to the Norfall Barrens.
He had entered the giant statue.
"Tch... damn it. My memories seem to cut off there."
Ling An hammered at his head. He seemed to be trapped in an ocean current, drifting wherever it carried him.
"But where is this?"
In the darkness, streams of frequencies seemed to be rapidly reassembling, flying upward.
"Am I dead?"
Ling An looked down at himself. Amid the chaos, he no longer had a physical form.
"So that's it. Only my consciousness is left... Then could this be some kind of sea of consciousness?"
In truth, ever since Scar had said those words in the Huanglan Library, Ling An had already suspected what his situation was.
Tacet Discords certainly had their own ranks, but standing at the very pinnacle of that pyramid...
Were the Threnodians alone.
Even a Tacet Discord class entity was nothing more than a pawn before a Threnodian.
This was not merely a difference in strength, but a manifestation of their authority.
Ling An's consciousness drifted silently through this pitch-black place.
He no longer had a physical body, yet he could feel his consciousness gradually dissolving.
Death.
Like ants gnawing at a leaf, it spread little by little.
It would be a shame if it all ended like this, Ling An couldn't help thinking.
He hadn't even