The road had disappeared by now, and Yang Jian seemed to stand in a world full of souls.
The surroundings were endless, stretching as far as the eye could see.
Everywhere, souls wandered aimlessly, and over time, they gradually drew closer to Yang Jian.
Though these souls appeared unfamiliar, upon a closer look, Yang Jian realized that they were once very familiar people from the past; they were all dead, without exception, there wasn't a single living person among them.
They were classmates, relatives, friends, and even enemies...
These were all people Yang Jian had known before, who had died for various reasons.
And only the dead could appear among these souls.
However, Yang Jian's expression remained indifferent, facing the familiar faces among the souls. His face did not change in the slightest, not even when he cleaved Zhao Lei's soul in two right on the spot, because he didn't believe the dead could transform into souls and wander here.
