Why, Yang Jingshen even had the leisure to wonder whether the reason for him being able to retain his senses in this type of situation was because of the upgraded level of his soul!
Such a situation– he really thought he should feel horrified and scared. Yet somehow, he couldn't summon a single emotion to support himself in such an endeavour. No fear, no horror, no curiosity, no surprise, no shock, no terror, no… nothing.
It was as if the darkness dulled his senses, just like how it cut off everything else.
Yet suddenly, there was a light. Or… was it even a light? Anyway, Yang Jingshen instinctively knew that this wasn't a part of this darkness. He felt his existence drawn in its direction, like a moth to a flame. Maybe even more helpless as there was nothing nor any way for him to anchor himself to a safe harbour.
