The air around them was pitch-black and empty. Time seemed to fade and disappear, and everything seemed to freeze. At times, it was chaotic, tearing apart the Dharma body and the true spirit. Even the illusory karmic connection was curling up too much, if one was a little further away, they would be completely exposed. Even with Meng Qi’s current ‘Karmic Connection’, it was difficult for him to see through it. He could only vaguely sense it.
Under such circumstances, the floating half of the pavilion in front of him was like a beacon that could not be bypassed by Meng Qi. Even if there were dim candlelight still burning inside, it was like a lighthouse that lit up the empty space and lit up the chaos.
