Ning Changjiu raised his head with his eyes closed. His face paled a bit. The aura turned into wisps of smoke and faded away from the corners of his eyes.
He touched his cheeks and looked at the blood on his fingers silently.
Just now, he stared into the extreme depths through the mist but he still couldn't see the bottom as if there were a natural barrier extending the space and blocking his vision.
There seemed to be something unknowable hidden under the barrier. When he tried to look deeper, the darkness in the abyss started to roll and instantly cloak his vision. Meanwhile, his eyes were backlashed at once, and his spirit seemed to be separated from his body and fall within.
He could only close his eyes to stop prying. After taking a few breaths, he finally slowly opened his eyes.
