Within the depths of Xiao Ming's consciousness, an eerie stillness replaced the chaos of the spatial crack's implosion. Darkness surrounded him, heavy and endless, yet not oppressive. His spirit qi felt drained, as though it had been siphoned away, leaving only a faint ember to cling to.
Then, without warning, light seeped into the void—a soft, white glow that expanded outward, dispelling the darkness. The world around Xiao Ming shifted, morphing into something tangible. He found himself standing on a vast, pristine expanse of white, a stark contrast to the black void he had just left. The surface beneath his feet felt solid, but its texture was unlike anything he had encountered before—smooth, yet not cold, as if it were alive and breathing.
