Jiang Hui slightly tilted his single hand, forming a hand blade, and slowly lowered it toward the void in front of him.
"Clang!"
The sound of steel striking echoed.
The glowing, distinctly articulated edge of his palm was exceptionally sharp, cutting a long, narrow crack through the immensely thick void in front of him, its depth unknown.
Then, in an instant.
The originally palm-sized obscure mark rapidly expanded to a hundred meters in size in the blink of an eye, the edges of the crack wriggling as if an eye had suddenly appeared in the void.
After doing all this, he withdrew his hand, placed it behind his back, and without another word, Jiang Hui stepped into it,
As it was a newly created space, it appeared chaotic inside, utterly lacking distinction between day, night, black, and white, everywhere was covered in a thick fog, neither black nor white, distinct from both colors, truly pitch-black.
