The passage ahead was pitch-black, as if the light itself had been completely devoured. As soon as Xiao Jie entered, the surroundings immediately sank into an absolute, heart-pounding darkness, as if he were in a special space cut off from the world, with all directions filled with endless void and inky blackness.
Xiao Jie's heart skipped a beat. As an Immortal, his perception had long surpassed the limits of the ordinary. He didn't rely solely on his eyes to observe his environment; his spiritual sense constantly scanned all the energy fluctuations, material compositions, and space structures around him like a radar. Ordinarily, even in darkness as deep as in the abyss where one couldn't see their hand in front of them, everything should be as clear as daylight to his spiritual perception.
