The pitch-black space was freezing and the winds were cold and icy.
Even with Su Mo's prowess, he felt utterly cold.
The darkness was deep, lengthy and lifeless.
Su Mo walked with big strides, keeping his bearing and direction. He walked towards the still darkness.
At first he was progressing slowing, he took the chance to scrutinise his surroundings and their movements. After a while, when he had satisfied himself that there was nothing unusual, he quickened his pace.
He continued to move forward and progress, the pitch-black darkness was endless.
Su Mo journeyed for more than ten hours and yet he was still far away from the end of the tunnel.
"That's so far!"
Su Mo sighed and a quick thought flashed through his mind. He fished out his Natal Spiritual Sword, and continued to soldier on with his sword.
Time passed quickly, day after day, Su Mo was practising and developing his skills on this journey.