Born in Blood

Chapter 432 Nothing

Liam looked left.

Liam looked right.

Then, his gaze fell forward.

Not having the King's Eye made him realize just how important the sensory organ was. The difference between that and a normal eye was staggering.

He continued forward, each of his steps slow and careful.

As far and wide as his mental energy spread, he didn't sense anything out of the normal.

His nose smelled no particular aroma. Other than the low thuds of his footsteps, there were no other noises.

It just felt like he'd spawned in a world that hadn't loaded yet.

'No, no,' Liam frowned. 'I can't let my guard down.'

There was always something to worry about. Something that wanted to kill him.

He just… couldn't see, hear or feel it yet.

Liam stopped wandering heedlessly and tried to get a better understanding of where he was.

Clenching his arms and empowering his fists, Liam hit the ground as hard as he could.

BOOOM!

There was a loud thud.

But the ground was unharmed. Not a scratch formed on its white surface.

Well then.

Wandering it is.

***

The seconds turned into minutes, which turned into hours.

Liam felt like he was stranded in the middle of a desert.

There was nothing!

Nothing at all!

White skies, white ground, white air. Everything was bright white, and Liam missed the comfort the shadows provided him.

Quite frankly, if there was one thing this white void succeeded in doing to him, it was boring him out of his mind.

But this was a Tribulation for a reason. Unique just to him and him alone.

'Please don't tell me this is another test of patience. I've had enough of that.'

Liam stopped walking and started jogging, which then turned into a full-speed sprint forward.

Six hours of running passed!

Liam plopped to the ground and just sat down.

Despite running for so long, he didn't need to take a break or even catch his breath.

'I'll let a day pass at least,' Liam thought, making himself comfortable.

Right now, Liam couldn't even cultivate or train.

All he could do was wait until something presented itself to him, or until he eliminated one line of thought for another.

Silence.

Seconds felt like hours. Hours felt like eternity.

Liam let his back touch the ground.

Quite frankly, with how silent his surroundings were, his thoughts were deafeningly loud.

'Will I get out of here alive?'

'What if I'm trapped forever?'

'I haven't explored enough of the world. I haven't gotten strong enough to touch the stars.'

Liam silenced his mind as much as he could.

An entire day passed.

Still nothing.

…

"Alright," Liam said quietly, clearly annoyed. "I'm pissed."

Liam shouted into the air from the top of his lungs, cursing.

His voice barely echoed.

A bright idea suddenly surfaced in Liam's head.

'Hey… that's not bad.'

Liam tensed one of his arms.

Then, he stabbed himself in the thigh!

Blood leaked from the wound in a steady stream, painting the blank white surface of the ground.

It worked!

What exactly did Liam want to do?

Well, the whole place was white.

Using his blood, he could simply track where he was going, and whether or not the white void was as vast as it seemed.

As the blood flowed behind him, Liam started moving forward.

A trail of ichor followed him.

He ran and ran, and as the wound slowly closed up, he stabbed himself again to refresh it.

'Thankfully, my body's regeneration is still the same.'

'I don't have to take breaks in order to refresh my blood or anything.'

But in reality, Liam's blood regeneration and his bodily regeneration were vastly different.

The former was incredibly potent and powerful… but that's not what Liam had. Here, his blood didn't

After a solid five hours of running while dripping a trail of blood, Liam spotted something in the distance!

It was a red dot.

As he got closer, it became a line.

Then, a trail.

A blood-red trail.

Liam looked back.

Then, he looked back at the trail of blood.

Liam grimaced.

'I was walking in a straight line! How did it connect back to where I stabbed my leg?'

The place was looped together somehow.

Liam had no idea how that was possible, but somehow, directions didn't matter in this dreadful, desolate place.

At least he figured out something, though.

Another moment of silence followed as he mulled over what to do next.

'The blood isn't drying,' Liam thought. 'Now that I think about it, there's no temperature here at all.'

Stabbing himself and running like a limp idiot wasn't the brightest plan, but it was all he currently had.

Thus, that's what he did.

CHIG! KRSH! SHG!

Except this time, he stabbed himself everywhere.

The shoulders, legs, arms and hips.

Now, he basically resembled a piece of swiss cheese, through which blood leaked like an open faucet.

Strangely, the pain he felt was amplified somehow. He could ignore it like always, but it made him feel fatigued and drained of energy, which would inevitably slow down his progress.

'I'll 'map' this place out first. Vertically, it's roughly…'

Liam paused, calculating the distance.

'...3,000 meters…'

3,000 meters.

That was no small distance.

'Now, I'll work on the horizontal distance.'

Liam got to work.

He ran as hard as he could. He couldn't actually use Transfiguration, since his blood abilities had not entered the white void alongside him.

When the wounds squirmed together and reformed, Liam brutalized himself to renew them.

'Damn it. I'm getting tired,' Liam thought. His skin was ashen, while his breathing grew heavy. 'I need… to rest…'

To think that Liam would have to revert to resting!

How the mighty have fallen!

After connecting the x-axis and y-axis of the white void, Liam was on the verge of falling unconscious.

'3,000 by 3,000 meters,' Liam thought as his vision dimmed.

The void was huge.

And it had him trapped.

But what now?!

With a low curse under his breath, Liam fell unconscious.