บท 1811: 1811. Pillars

The large patch of void hovered under the sky and blocked its radiance. Noah, Divine Demon, and Sword Saint bathed in one of the rare nights experienced in the higher plane.

The darkness felt comfortable. The light hurt their eyes and forced their minds to endure constant pressure, but the blackness of the void gave them peace. It allowed them to relax and rest their eyes.

It didn't matter that the experts had just come back from a long journey inside the void. The situation felt completely different while inside the Immortal Lands. They could sense the light existing somewhere else, but they didn't care. The world gave off a peaceful sensation, and the three experts let it seep inside them.

"You are quite the calamity," Sword Saint commented while raising his long eyebrows to inspect the vast patch of void. "Space with sharpness can be deadly."