Thick Mist

Huu, huu, huu.

The moment the black dot exploded, Tang Ling felt that it was hard to breathe.

He inhaled and exhaled. To maintain his breathing tempo, he had to exert strength around his throat which was filled with a weird saltiness. Even his mouth and teeth all tasted salty.

However, Tang Ling cared about none of those. He madly spun his eyeballs, trying to remember the glorious moment.

Countless beams of light messily swept across the void. Then, a big expanse of clouds appeared and the darkness in between them started to absorb light.

An unknown power appeared, followed by an unknown material floating in the void.

They spun and converged, forming a shape of something.

'This is the grand beginning. The curtains of the grand stage have been unveiled.' It seemed like there was a voice explaining the unfolding of events to Tang Ling in his ears slowly.