Space shrouded in darkness, suffused with a breath-stealing silence.
As if completely devoured by some creature, there was a sense of unknown oppression.
Fang Cheng floated in mid-air, his feet touching nothing.
Already accustomed to solitary cultivation in the deep sea, his heart remained undisturbed and truly adapted to tranquility.
Although his surroundings seemed boundlessly dark, Fang Cheng could clearly sense that the actual space was not large.
It resembled a room with the lights out, its walls draped in black silk curtains.
When he first walked in, he even heard the large door shut behind him with a "bang."
It seemed, though, that the room wasn't finished—there was no floor beneath his feet, leaving him no choice but to float there.
Fang Cheng looked around slowly, turning to face the deepest darkness.
Suddenly, he spoke:
"Hello."
