Silence.
After the Dao Ancestor vanished, the world was filled with endless wails.
It was the pain from the depths of the Dark Path, reversing one's spirit.
They could barely distinguish the past from the present.
Resolving such pain was unbearable for most.
It's as if being torn apart and recombined again.
Or as if everyone was thrown into the past, to relive their most painful moments.
A pain that makes living unbearable.
Thus, after the wails, the world plunged into silence.
Countless people fainted, unable to make any sound in the world, nor could they do anything.
A few, though not fainting, could only sit cross-legged, staring at the pitch-black sky in silence.
It was a feeling of contacting the Dao's mystery, yet a desolate ambiguity of uncertainty.
Clearly should comprehend, yet unable to grasp the feeling of loss.
This silence persisted for a long time.
