"Boring."
Looking at the emptiness before her, Ying Yuan, lying on the stone table with her legs crossed, licked the corner of her mouth languidly and murmured to herself, "Why does it have to be this kind of place?"
Around her was an empty and void "darkness". This darkness was extremely special, intangible, and unyielding to dissolution. It surrounded Ying Yuan like a swarm of annoying flies, trapping her.
In truth, saying that she was trapped wasn't quite right, for if Ying Yuan wished, she could easily tear apart these "Yellow-Clothed Blessings" with her power. After all, these were merely remnants left by an Ancient God, not the entity itself, and therefore completely incapable of truly stopping Ying Yuan.
