The silver giant door slowly closed behind him, cutting off the faint emergency lights in the passage and everything beyond.
Ming Xin stepped into the Will Slumber Hall, entering an absolute darkness that was not quite void.
This darkness was not caused by a lack of light. It was more like a field formed by the ultimate inward compression of energy and information.
The air was stagnant, the temperature held at an icy lukewarmness, and there was no sound.
Even the faint glow emitted by his energy-form body seemed to be absorbed and diluted by the dense darkness.
His senses were restricted here as never before. He could no longer easily cover vast areas and perceive every detail of everything around him.
The darkness here seemed to possess "mass" and "vitality," gently yet firmly resisting the probing of his Dominator-level will.
It allowed him to perceive only the most basic outline of the surroundings and... the sole source of light in the depths of the darkness.
That speck of golden radiance.
It was not floating in the air. It seemed more like coordinates embedded in the "foundation" of this darkness, an anchor point.
The light was steady and gentle, without emotion or hostility, yet it carried an indescribably ancient, weighty, and wise aura.
As though it were the crystallization of all time that had passed, the condensation of every ideal left unfinished.
Ming Xin walked toward the light. His steps were soundless. Within this peculiar darkness, even the flow of energy had become extraordinarily sluggish, as if he were walking along the floor of the deep sea.
Every step required him to use his Dominator-level will to "push aside" the invisible resistance around him.
The distance shortened. As he drew closer, the golden light gradually became clearer.
It was not