Vortex

A dead vortex.

Since Tang Ling could not find the right words to describe what he saw, he simply pieced some words together after some serious thinking.

He saw it after he arrived under the giant black lock and it appeared in the mist.

What he saw looked like a vortex in water or even a spiral galaxy. It should have been filled with life and energy, yet it stopped as though it had not been moving for eons.

Other than describing it as a dead vortex, Tang Ling really could not compare it to anything else.

"What does it have to do with me? Is it important? Is it the truth that I've been searching for?" Tang Ling studied the strange thing quietly and pondered upon its existence.

Then, he looked up at the giant black lock hanging in the air. He had a feeling if he broke the lock, the vortex might spin again, but he had no idea how since the lock looked very sturdy and immovable.