Absolute darkness, so black that the light within one's heart was extinguished bit by bit; absolute dead silence, so quiet that even the beating of one's own heart was clearly audible.
The faint golden glow emitted by the formation, together with the blue light of the Glazed Pure Fire, supported a small halo of light. Within that field of vision, female corpse after female corpse was piled up around Luoyu in various postures like garbage. Their blood had been collected and poured into a small pool. Luoyu sat crouched right in the center of the pool; everywhere her fingers touched was scarlet and sticky. Dense scarlet veins were growing even over the protective shield of the Vajra Formation.
Time was a blur. Looking back on her life, the joys of her childhood had become thoroughly hazy. The master who should have been protecting her had locked her away in this dead zone precisely to seize the opportunity she had won with her life, and the cold, detached onlookers of her fellow disciples made her feel all the more pathetic and ridiculous.
Chapter 21