“A pitch-black world, white light…” Zu An was at a loss. He had never heard of such a deity. He hurriedly asked, “What were the circumstances leading to that encounter?”1

Yan Xuehen pondered it. “I was flipping through an ancient notebook in our sect’s library, searching for a way to save Chuyan, when I was transported into that pitch-black world. I felt unprecedented, immense pressure weighing down on me, making me shudder. I also felt a void that could make a person forget everything… It’s hard to describe that sensation with words.”0

Zu An continued asking, “What was the ancient record you were reading?”0

“The notebook contains the insights of an elder from history whose...0