GURGLE GURGLE!!
Within the safe house, black threads surged and finally locked into place.
An unfamiliar world took shape.
Aside from the faint, indistinct glimmer of light where Zhou Yuanjue stood, the surrounding areas were swallowed by dense, pitch-black darkness. Spiritual Will could not spread or explore within it. It felt gloomy and cramped.
A strong sense of oppression washed over him. The surrounding darkness seemed to be slowly moving toward him from all directions.
However, he noticed that the distance between himself and the encroaching darkness wasn't shortening; it remained constant.
In other words, his body was continuously shrinking as the darkness closed in.
At the same time, he could feel his body becoming increasingly weak, filled with a sense of powerlessness. It seemed that as his body shrank, his immense Power was vanishing, to the point that even his realm was dropping.
