Tian Yongheng waited in silence for a few moments, but he got no response.
His consciousness was submerged in silence, and the familiar presence that had accompanied him throughout his journey was nowhere to be found.
Tian Yongheng slowly opened his eyes.
He stood motionless for a long while before slowly lowering his gaze towards his hands.
Something was wrong.
No, something was very wrong.
His mind gradually cleared, and the emptiness that had previously occupied his heart began to recede.
Tian Yongheng had cultivated for more than a thousand years. Although he had witnessed many things beyond the understanding of ordinary cultivators, he had never truly considered himself an intelligent or omniscient being.
However, he was still a cultivator, and a cultivator who wished to survive in this cruel world could never afford to lose their ability to think.
His Dao Heart had become unstable, but that did not mean he had completely lost his rationality.
