Opposite the crevice lies a wasteland engulfed in night.
On the distant horizon, there were no signs of human activity, only endless wilderness, sparse shrubs, and withered grass rustling in the wind.
The sky held no stars or moons, only a pure, thick darkness.
Jeming stood on the wasteland, raising his hand to condense an Energy Light Ball in his palm.
The light sphere emitted a gentle white glow, illuminating a range of dozens of meters around him.
The moment the light sphere lit up, he sensed something shrinking back into the darkness.
That feeling was like lighting a lamp in a dark room, causing the rustling noises hiding in the shadows to suddenly quiet down.
"So this is the Night Mysterious," Jeming observed the surrounding darkness, somewhat curious.
He did not attempt to trace or probe deep into the darkness with his Spiritual Power.
Oston was right; this eerie phenomenon only needed to be avoided, not dealt with.
