On the other side,
Gary Smith was seated in the Carriage of the Moon God, traveling along a dark pathway.
Here, the ultimate darkness of the world converged, capable of devouring even one's gaze.
Gary Smith tried to operate the Heavenly Breathing to spread the Pure White light, but to no avail; only the moonlight from the carriage could provide visibility for a hundred meters.
"I really hate this pitch-black environment!"
Mousie's chin knocked against the edge of the carriage, its body swaying, its gleaming black eyes looking beyond the radiance into the profound darkness, always feeling as though something living was writhing within, images from horror films flooding its mind, causing it to shiver uncontrollably.
Although Mousie was already a juvenile Pseudo-King of the Darkness Lineage, its fear of darkness remained unchanged, although it was braver when a Cultivator was by its side.
Relying on others for courage!
But its own fear was not a problem since...