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As Zhao Yang spoke within the Ghost Path, he began to utilize his Divine Sense to interpret the Ghost Gate Space released by the Ghost Path. At the same time, he activated the Enlightenment Realm, and everything around him slowed down dramatically the moment the Enlightenment Realm descended. Zhao Yang carefully observed the Ghost Gate Space of the Ghost Path while attempting to connect with Nangong Wuxin, Song Baliang, and Scholar Xiu, who had already been lost in darkness.
The Ghost Path frowned slightly, sensing an unusual presence emanating from the young man before him. However, he did not take action; in his view, any resistance within his Domain was futile. He was neither careless nor arrogant; it was simply that over the years, no one of equal rank had ever escaped from his grasp.
He had grown weary of it. Over time, he had come to regard this method of killing as a form of entertainment to alleviate his boredom.
Under the influence of the Enlightenment Realm, Zhao Yang's Divine Sense was significantly enhanced. In an instant, the scene before him transformed; the eerie and terrifying darkness of the Ghost Gate Domain was merely a veil of mist, while outside, the sun shone brightly.
Zhao Yang took a deep breath and extended his greatly amplified Divine Sense into Nangong Wuxin's mind, reaching into Song Baliang's and Scholar Xiu's minds as well. He saw their Sea of Consciousness.
His Divine Sense could decipher any formation; similarly, the Ghost Path's Ghost Gate Space was merely another form of formation that sealed and imprisoned Divine Sense. The Dark Exile rendered one's five senses nullified—sight and sound vanished, and Divine Sense nearly detached from the physical body.
This sensation was more unbearable than physical pain because it dealt with time itself.
In a state of relative stillness, objects were indeed in motion. For instance, a box on a rotating axis moved while remaining still relative to the axis itself; just as the earth was in motion yet imperceptible to human senses. Zhao Yang had achieved perfect scores in physics in his past life and understood this principle well. Thus, when he shared the Enlightenment Realm with the three individuals, he felt their sensations: all senses vanished—sight and sound disappeared—making time seem to drag on endlessly. This feeling would intensify infinitely until one either went mad or took their own life.
In his previous life, Zhao Yang had read about such situations where military forces captured enemy Death Warriors seeking information from them. However, no matter what methods they employed, they could not make these Death Warriors yield.
Whipping, branding, torture, public humiliation, execution—even threatening their families failed to elicit a response from any of the Death Warriors. Some people in this world are simply unafraid of death or pain and do not fear threats to their lives or families.
When the military found themselves at an impasse, a psychologist proposed a solution: to confine each Death Warrior in a sealed room devoid of sound and light for a month. The room contained only a few buckets of water and some food—nothing else. The psychologist was confident that by then these individuals would divulge everything.
The Death Warriors were placed into these eternally dark spaces; on just the first day, some could no longer contain themselves and screamed out loud but received no response—no one heard them.
When a person accustomed to this noisy world suddenly falls into darkness, they become irritable; this is often why deaf-mute individuals tend to have bad tempers. However, unlike deaf-mute individuals, these Death Warriors not only had intact hearing but also possessed heightened sensitivity. Yet within that confined space, they heard not a single sound.
Three Queens and several Death Warriors were nearing madness from torment. In that sealed space, they could only hear their own breathing and heartbeat. Some Death Warriors attempted to comfort themselves by singing but broke down in tears after just a few songs out of fear.
In this world, no one is free from the fear of loneliness, not even the Death Warriors.
Living in this world, regardless of whether experiences are good or bad, one must feel the essence of existence. Without the five senses, one loses track of their own whereabouts. Perhaps they are buried in the earth, perhaps sent into the eternal darkness of space, or perhaps they are dead. Yet, they can distinctly feel that they are still alive. In such moments, a person will cry out, yearning to know if anyone is there. They attempt to communicate with those who have confined them, trying to change their direction as if searching for a camera, gesturing in the dark to convey that they will reveal everything they know—except for some deep secrets that they would never disclose.
A week later, whether shouting or silent, the individuals had lost their sanity. In the silence of their confinement, they felt deafened but dared not make any movements; even their breathing had to be measured and calm because it was the only sound they could hear. This sound echoed in their minds, forming a rhythmic beat; any slight increase in volume felt like thunder. Especially when searching for water or food, those sounds became unbearably sharp, causing them to cry and scream.
The Death Warriors had no idea how much time had passed. They believed that their captors should be appearing soon. On the brink of psychological collapse, some had already attempted suicide to escape the silence. However, they found that within their confined space, aside from water and food, there was nothing else available for such an act.
Banging against walls? Strangling themselves? Drowning by drinking too much water? No one possessed such capabilities; survival is an instinctual drive. In moments of near death, people struggle fiercely.
Ultimately, some chose to starve themselves.
A month later, when the military opened the sealed space, they discovered that half of the Death Warriors were already dead. However, none had perished from anything other than starvation. The remaining individuals were half-mad; some appeared completely deranged and wept upon seeing others—both joyful and fearful—answering every question posed by the military without hesitation.
When Zhao Yang extended his Divine Sense into the Sea of Consciousness of the three individuals, he too felt an overwhelming sense of desolation and darkness. He could faintly sense that all three were present; clearly, their condition was dire. The torment of his Divine Sense was far more memorable than any physical suffering. Yet a strange feeling began to rise within him—a feeling that brought both loneliness and excitement.
Zhao Yang transmitted his voice to the three and asked, "Are you all okay?"
Nangong Wuxin suddenly heard Zhao Yang's voice in the darkness and felt an overwhelming surge of emotion as she tried to control herself and replied, "I'm okay."
"I'm still alive," Song Baliang's voice sounded weary; upon hearing Zhao Yang's voice, he realized he had been rescued.
"I knew you would come for me! I couldn't see anything here; it was so quiet that my throat went hoarse from shouting without anyone responding. My voice grew louder until all that remained were my breaths and heartbeat—I didn't even dare to breathe anymore. If you hadn't come soon, I really wouldn't have known what to do! What is this place? How did I end up here? It's been months—why did it take you so long to rescue me?" Scholar Xiu exclaimed with trembling words after hearing Zhao Yang's transmission.
"Months? It hasn't even been an hour! You entered the Domain of Ghost Path and fell under its Divine Power. This Divine Power is known as Dark Exile; although it hasn't touched time itself, it amplifies your sensations within your Divine Sense and stretches time infinitely in your perception. So what feels like months is merely a brief moment."
"There is such a thing!" Scholar Xiu was stunned, truly shocked. He had no idea that such a method existed in the world, nor that there were people with such extraordinary abilities.
Zhao Yang conveyed to Nangong Wuxin the method to decipher the Ghost Gate Space that he had read through his Divine Sense, sharing the Enlightenment Realm with him. He then said, "Under the Ripple of Enlightenment, you can greatly enhance yourselves in the dark space by following the trajectory. My Divine Sense cannot be banished by the Ghost Path under my deliberate defense. However, I will close my Divine Sense and actively enter his dark space. You should also refrain from making any moves for now and pretend to remain in the darkness. Wait until I emerge from the Dark Exile before we deal with him."
"Are you looking for trouble? Do you know that I almost committed suicide in there? There is no sound at all, and no light! You can only hear your own heartbeat and breathing," Scholar Xiu said anxiously. Although he knew Zhao Yang was powerful, he did not believe Zhao Yang could endure such darkness.
Similarly, Song Baliang advised, "Junior Brother, I was on the verge of collapse in that darkness as well. It is not a place any human can endure, and there is nothing there. What do you intend to do?"
"Enlightenment." It was just two words, but Zhao Yang answered decisively before forcibly halting his Divine Sense exploration and entering the darkness.
Meanwhile, Nangong Wuxin, Song Baliang, and Scholar Xiu emerged from the dark space.
However, the expressions of relief and their breathing patterns did not escape Ghost Path's observation. Ghost Path revealed a rare interest and asked, "You have come out? Did he save you?"
"Is it necessary to answer you? So it was you who brought us to that cursed place!" Song Baliang shouted angrily, pointing at Ghost Path.
"I admit you have angered me!" Nangong Wuxin was equally furious, filled with hatred. For the first time, he felt a strong and persistent desire to kill.
Nangong Wuxin had wandered in darkness for a long time—one month, two months. Initially, he kept track of time, but later he nearly went mad in solitude and darkness. He questioned the darkness about why he was an orphan, why his home was destroyed, and why he was different from other children since childhood—many whys. In his agitation, he suddenly remembered Zhao Yang in that darkness; only Zhao Yang treated him as a friend and brought him some like-minded companions. Thus, for the first time in the dark, he sought help from someone other than his adoptive father.
Days passed again, and his cries for help gradually turned into hollow and desolate shouts. Just as he was about to give up, dawn broke; he heard Zhao Yang's voice.
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