Translator: Pika

  Zu An felt as if his consciousness had entered a vast, hazy space. Gray-colored mist surrounded everything, severely limiting his vision.

  He tried to probe further into the depths, but his surroundings remained the same no matter what he did. It was as if he was surrounded by what fantasy stories described as primal chaos, a swirling nothingness which existed before the world was formed.

  His mental strength was close to exhaustion. He couldn’t stay her..