Time quietly passed during the visualization.
In the hotel suite, the darkness remained profound, as silent as the void of the universe.
The golden halo surrounding Fang Cheng, however, was like a miniature sun suspended in the eternal night, the sole source of light in this darkness.
Interestingly, this light did not wantonly expand in all directions, as if restrained by an invisible barrier.
When the light reached the boundary of the two-meter diameter, it abruptly stopped, condensing without dispersing.
It distinctly separated the darkness inside the circle from the outside, forming an absolutely independent domain of light.
Inside the halo, countless ribbons woven from light particles drifted slowly, revolving around Fang Cheng's body, sketching a sacred and tranquil scene.
Who knows how much time had passed.
A faint gray-white light seeped through the gap in the heavy curtains.
That was the sign of the deepest darkness before dawn being diluted.
