It was pitch-black outside the ghost ship, with the only thing present being the endless chill.
Through what the shadow saw, Xu Qing looked at the hell-like void outside the ghost ship. He suddenly recalled the terrifying saying of the great terrors that countless cultivators feared when they advanced to the Foundation Building realm.
When a cultivator attempted advancing to the Foundation Building realm, it was as though they had become a bright lantern which attracted the existences from another world.
For example, the little mute back then had failed at this stage and had been possessed.
If it wasn't for Xu Qing, he would probably have been completely destroyed.
At that moment, the darkness outside the ghost ship gave Xu Qing the feeling that it was that world.
Xu Qing fell into deep thought. The passage of time here wasn't obvious. It seemed to be an instant or a long time until an intense light suddenly emerged in the darkness.
