"Look inside yourself," Zhuquan De instructed.
"I have already tried."
"You were searching for the same Ink Manuscript ordinary Pages possess."
"What should I search for instead?"
"Something that belongs only to you."
The answer remained vague.
Yang Lujia wanted to complain, but another explosion prevented him from doing so.
He closed his eyes. The screams surrounding him remained audible, but he forced himself to focus upon the place where the Ink always disappeared.
At first, he found nothing.
There was only an empty space within his body.
Yang Lujia attempted again. This time, he stopped searching for an ordinary Ink Manuscript.
He thought about the Ink he had absorbed.
The strange pressure that had protected him since the attack began.
The Eternal Quill that had remained silent for fifteen years.
Something responded.
Yang Lujia's awareness entered a dark space. A manuscript floated at its center. Its cover contained no words or images.
It was blank.
