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When Li Ming opened his eyes, he found himself in an endless expanse of darkness. All around him was pitch black, as if an infinite void had enveloped him. His heart was filled with confusion and unease as he tried to find a glimmer of light, but no matter how hard he tried, he could see nothing.
"Is anyone there? Where am I?" Li Ming shouted, his voice echoing in the darkness. It felt as if countless versions of himself were responding simultaneously, but each voice carried a hollow echo that returned to him, amplifying his solitude. He sensed the sound reverberating through the space, as if to tell him that this was an endless void, surrounded by nothingness, devoid of any substantial existence.
Li Ming attempted to stand up but was met with a jolt of intense pain and soreness throughout his body. His limbs felt weak, as if bound by invisible chains; every movement brought him immense suffering, like countless steel needles piercing through his muscles.
"Ah... my head hurts..." Li Ming groaned, clutching his head as a severe headache threatened to split it open. He struggled to recall the last moments before this darkness; memories shattered like broken glass, chaotic and unclear. He remembered that he had been in a fierce battle with Feng Tianlong, the scene flashing through his mind with remnants of fear and intense anger.
"Feng Tianlong..." Li Ming murmured to himself, trying to clear his thoughts, but his mind was shrouded in a thick fog that obscured the full picture. He recalled Feng Tianlong's grotesque face and the intensity of their fight. The power of the Chaos Pearl surged within him uncontrollably, nearly driving him mad and reducing him to a beast driven only by destruction.
"What... what happened to me?" Li Ming whispered, trying to piece together more details. Suddenly, a blurry image flickered in his mind—he saw Master Han and Chen Yao, fighting with all their might to protect him, attempting to rescue him from the grip of the Chaos Pearl. Their figures brought a fleeting warmth to Li Ming's heart, only to be swallowed again by the endless darkness.
"Master Han... Chen Yao..." A flicker of warmth and gratitude crossed Li Ming's heart but was quickly engulfed by the void once more. He attempted to rise again but felt the weight and helplessness of his body; it was as if he no longer belonged to himself, every movement fraught with difficulty.
"Where exactly is this place?" Li Ming shouted again, his voice echoing into the darkness yet receiving no response. His heart brimmed with endless confusion and fear, trapped in this boundless emptiness without any way out.
Taking a deep breath, Li Ming fought to calm himself. He knew he had to stay alert to find a solution. He focused on recalling Master Han's and Chen Yao's voices, seeking a glimmer of hope and strength.
Slowly moving forward, Li Ming felt the vastness of the surrounding space—wide and desolate—as if he were adrift in an endless ocean without any support. His heart was filled with uncertainty and dread, yet he understood that only by persevering could he find a way back to reality. The darkness remained boundless, seemingly without end. Gritting his teeth, he tried to sense the atmosphere around him; however, it remained cold and empty.
"Li Ming, hold on..." he whispered to himself as if this were the only belief that could sustain him.
Wandering aimlessly in the dark, each step felt like stepping into an endless abyss; the surrounding darkness seemed ready to consume him. The sound of his footsteps echoed in this vast void—hollow and lonely—almost as if even sound had been swallowed by the darkness.
As he moved forward, the temperature around him gradually dropped, becoming increasingly cold. Li Ming felt the biting chill of the wind, as if every breath he took carried with it a frigid sting. He instinctively shrank his neck and wrapped his arms around his chest, trying to fend off the penetrating cold. Yet, this chill seemed to seep into his very bones, causing him to shiver involuntarily.
In addition to the cold, Li Ming sensed an unsettling pressure. In the darkness, it felt as though something was watching him intently. He could feel a gaze fixed upon him, as if he were a prey being stalked; that sensation of being scrutinized by a predator sent chills down his spine.
"Is anyone there?" Li Ming shouted again, his voice echoing in the darkness, but only hollow echoes responded in his ears, with no answer forthcoming. The gaze remained locked on him, amplifying his unease and fear.
His heart raced, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead. Each step felt heavy, as if the ground beneath him might collapse at any moment. He tried to quicken his pace to escape this pressure, but every movement was fraught with difficulty, like struggling through a dark swamp.
"I can't stop; I must keep going..." Li Ming silently told himself, attempting to calm down. He knew that stopping would only plunge him deeper into fear and despair.
He quickened his steps, trying to find an end to the darkness. The cold around him grew more piercing, as if the entire space were blanketed in ice and snow. His breathing became rapid; each inhalation of cold air felt like a blade stabbing into his lungs, bringing immense pain and pressure.
The gaze in the darkness remained fixed on him, intensifying his sense of dread and fear. He understood that this was an invisible hunt, and he had to survive it and find a way out.
However, the darkness stretched endlessly before him, seemingly without end. A flicker of despair crossed Li Ming's mind, but he knew this was not the time to give up. He had to persevere and discover a way to escape this abyss.
"Is anyone there?" Li Ming shouted once more, his voice echoing in the dark like a solitary sound. He felt that gaze still locked onto him, but he refused to let this fear overwhelm him.
As Li Ming pressed on, the pressure in the darkness grew stronger, as if countless icy eyes were watching him. Each step felt like stepping into unknown danger, where he could be devoured by monsters lurking in the shadows at any moment. The unknown terror and pressure made him feel incredibly tense and anxious.
Just as Li Ming continued forward, whispers began to emerge from the darkness. These whispers were strange and sinister; even though he couldn't understand their language, he could sense the deep malice they contained. The voices whispered like phantoms in his ear, sending a chill straight through to his bones.
"What are these voices...?" Li Ming's mind was filled with confusion and fear as he involuntarily quickened his pace in an attempt to escape their haunting presence. However, pain and fatigue weighed him down; each step felt like treading on needles, with discomfort and soreness everywhere.
Li Ming's heart raced, a weight pressing against his chest. Fear washed over him, as if countless shadows lurked in the darkness, ready to pounce and tear him apart. His breath quickened, cold sweat trickling down his forehead.
He silently urged himself to calm down, but the fear coiled around his mind like a venomous snake, refusing to let go.
At that moment, Li Ming sensed something following him from behind. A chill ran down his spine, and his heartbeat intensified; every nerve in his body was taut. He dared not look back, knowing that whatever was there must be an unspeakable horror.
"Please... don't follow me!" Li Ming screamed internally, but he understood that this kind of fear could not be dispelled by words. His footsteps quickened as he tried to escape the shadow behind him, yet the pain and fatigue in his body left him feeling utterly powerless.
The whispers in the darkness grew louder, mocking his helplessness and terror. The voices seemed to come from all directions, their source indiscernible, filling Li Ming with overwhelming despair and pressure.
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