Ink Land was like a black hole.
However, there were also differences.
There were no whirlpools within, nor any pulling force.
It seemed like merely a hole in the starry sky, and it was a perfectly regular circle.
As for where it led or how deep it went, few people knew.
Only its external range could be clearly seen through Xu Qing's divine sense.
It was comparable to a starfield.
Compared to the Ink Yang Universe, this range was actually not very large, but standing at its edge, the sense of vastness remained overwhelming.
Especially the traces of origin essence wafting out, like mist or floating fibers, added an extra layer of mystery to the Ink Land's black hole.
At that moment, in this mysterious Ink Land, Xu Qing's figure moved forward with difficulty, like a fish swimming through a black hole.