A week ago.
After the body turned to dust, Qian Jiangyue could no longer perceive the passage of time. Everything in his vision seemed like an abstract painting, composed of countless color blocks without any logic. Thoughts seemed to cease existing, leaving only pure emotions intermingling with each other, whether sad or joyful, resentful or angry, like having experienced many different lives and enduring countless trials and tribulations. In this hazy state, time passed unknowingly until consciousness returned to his body.
Qian Jiangyue felt a tongue licking his face. He slowly opened his eyes. The intense sunlight stung his eyes, causing him to close them as he sat up. Then, he opened his eyes to observe his surroundings and found himself sitting on the grass, with the two-tone Zhai beside him dancing around.
"Where is this?"
He stood up and looked around. Not far away, a majestic palace stood on the plain, like a small hill.
"Main World?"
