The path ahead was broken, but Ye Chen continued to stride forward.
In an instant, everything changed. Whether it was the five senses or the six senses, all that could be perceived was an endless darkness, vast and boundless, without a glimmer of light.
Beyond the darkness, there was nothing else left.
Ye Chen felt as if he was about to fall eternally into endless darkness, unable to leave, unable to transcend, completely trapped within.
He uttered a soft shout, the Dao Divine Ability surged through his limbs and bones, the Holy Blood boiled, and the small figure of the Primordial Spirit between his brows shone, transforming into a sun, trying to illuminate all darkness and return to the light.
But it did not work; the surroundings were still pitch black, and not even the Primordial Spirit sun could shine a bit of void.
All there was, was endless darkness, and all light had disappeared.
