One tumultuous rise of consciousness, the Great Night Unlit suffered divine retribution.
This is the most dreaded tribulation for a cultivator. If the primordial spirit enters the Great Night Unlit, it is akin to a drowning person, having strength but nowhere to use it, breath with no outlet, as surging waves swallow everything. Even a cultivation as profound as Golden Core Transformation would falter in an instant, doomed to tribulation and slaughter, like a world of darkness with no dawn in sight.
"Great Night Unlit... How is it possible... What... who exactly are you?"
Cao Wushang's primordial spirit suddenly shuddered, his trembling voice echoing softly, yet only he could hear it.
At this moment, he could no longer maintain his previous calm demeanor, only shock and fear in his eyes.
The Great Night Unlit, he had never heard of it, nor had he ever imagined that a cultivator's inner scenery could present such an aspect.
