Gurgle gurgle—
A sound like flowing water echoed around Yu Hong.
He stood silently inside the Black Black Spirit, gazing out through the circular window.
Outside was a vast expanse of gray and white.
The golden light that had surrounded him before vanished the moment he entered the spiral’s center, replaced by a pure mist-like grayish-white.
Within that gray-white haze, faint glimmers of light shimmered, illuminating everything.
He could feel the ship still moving forward, but he could no longer sense any change in speed or position.
“This must be the true core. The untouchable Heavenly Venerable didn’t lie—he really saw it.”
Yu Hong’s expression was calm, but his heart remained highly alert.
The golden ocean outside had been relatively safe, but he hadn't forgotten the terrifying dangers brought by forgetting.
Compared to the strange calamities before the Origin Catastrophe, the troubles at the core were far more unpredictable.
Time passed bit by bit.
Outside, nothing changed.
The unchanging white seemed frozen outside the window forever.
Yu Hong sat cross-legged, quietly feeling the new power within his own existence, only diverting a little attention outward.
Days passed, then months, then years.
Time flowed endlessly, yet the outside remained a monotonous gray-white, appearing utterly unchanged.