Lu Yu's vision was obscured by sprawling black hair, enveloping everything in darkness. He could feel the long strands brushing against his skin, tightening relentlessly, trying to strangle him.
His muscles tensed fully, resisting the power of the black hair, pulling against it as he searched for the "core."
Sensing abilities, spiritual power, soul power—all were employed.
Lu Yu perceived nothing, only boundless darkness. His spiritual power flitted like a floating weed, devoid of any anchors, unable to touch the black hair or anything within the room.
Only his soul power extended continuously along the hair.
He sensed that all the hair stemmed from a single source, possibly the core within the room.
However, the soul power integrated within the hair changed slightly; Lu Yu felt time elongating the further he progressed.
Though he could perceive that all the hair originated from one source, his soul power could never reach the end.
