The True Demon running through the abyss finally stopped.
Fan Wubing looked around... it was no longer a dead empty blackness; a giant curtain of light slowly swayed in front of him. Colors dazzling and vibrant flowed from behind the curtain, converging together like tens of thousands of twisting rainbows.
What is that?
The True Demon stood still, lifting its head to gaze at the light curtain and the colorful "rainbows" behind it.
Fan Wubing suddenly realized that he could actually sense the... emotions? Or perhaps, thoughts of this True Demon?
He couldn't quite understand it.
In his senses, the True Demon was filled with longing for the light curtain, along with some kind of unwavering will.
What puzzled Fan Wubing was that this will was astonishingly pure, without a trace of distraction. As if, for this True Demon, everything beyond the light curtain was the meaning of existence.
He couldn't quite understand why, yet he inexplicably resonated with it.
