The enormous abyss was like the vast cosmos, with all the stars extinguished. It stretched endlessly, filled only with depth and silence, so complete that time itself seemed to have come to a standstill.
Qin Ming ventured deeper, arriving at the bottom of the abyss where not even his hand was visible. Suddenly, countless glowing threads appeared, swaying incessantly.
Those threads were as thin as ox hair, silver-white and crystalline, like fragmented starlight woven into lines, standing out in the absolute darkness. They were densely packed, each one long, dancing chaotically.
Dozens of meters long, the threads all pointed to the same source, which was fluffy like a shining bird's nest, emitting an ancient and weary voice.
"Finally... I have waited for you..."
Qin Ming was clad in five-color liquid armor, a golden silk parasol suspended above his head, holding a bright long blade, prepared and approaching the source of the voice.
