No matter how confused Zhou Chao was, the voice always accompanied him, faint and indistinct.
The Eye of the Stars was still murmuring something, but now, Zhou Chao was surrounded by static from the different points of light, making it impossible for him to clearly hear its words.
A surging torrent swept him to the edge of the void. The surrounding cacophony conveyed their inner terror—they all wanted to escape falling into the void of consciousness.
Fear crashed over Zhou Chao, leaving his mind in turmoil.
The enormous, block-shaped void was pitch-black, like the end of all consciousness. A terrifying aura emanated from its profound depths—a silence that could devour all thoughts, a darkness that could swallow all starlight.
'It's over.'
Zhou Chao knew that once he entered that abyss of consciousness, he would never be able to return.
However, the roiling torrent paid him no mind, as the gathered points of light continued to pour endlessly into the void of consciousness.
