For someone without a firm Dao Heart, this would already be terrifying. Many cultivators relied heavily on their senses, on their qi, on the comforting buzz of their soul or the warmth of their sword intent.
Here, none of that could be relied upon.
Only the self remained.
And even that, Lin Mu knew, was about to be tested.
Suddenly—
A glimmer.
Far off in the endless void, something shimmered—a faint white light, as thin as a thread of spider silk.
It flickered once. Then vanished.
Lin Mu opened his eyes fully and stared into the darkness.
"Ah. So we begin."
Lin Mu's eyes narrowed as he stepped toward the flicker of light in the dark expanse. There was no wind, no sound, no pressure—just the silent presence of the 'thing' ahead.
He walked.
One step. Ten. A hundred.
