Yi Lin felt like he was flying.
So light, so light.
After being stabbed to death by Xia Xiaoman's sword, he was immediately enveloped by a strange warm current, his sight went black, and he drifted towards the Dark Abyss.
He felt like he was in a small boat, drifting and drifting, further and further, more and more drowsy.
Then he fell asleep.
When he "opened" his "eyes" again, he had once more become that egg.
Restarting the game, once again an egg.
For this, Yi Lin wasn't surprised or panicked; he was mentally prepared.
Instead... he "closed his eyes" again, falling into a deep sleep.
This life was so exhausting.
Since he could start over, he might as well take a nap first.
Even if the Heavenly Father came, he couldn't stop him from sleeping.
When he "woke up" again, Yi Lin didn't know how much time had passed.
The grayish tint before his eyes was eternally unchanging, devoid of any reference point that could signal the passage of time to Yi Lin.
