"They are lost in the chaotic will of immortals, through an unknown duration, countless drifting cultivator thoughts accumulated over time, and finally one day, I awoke from the bewildered state..."
"Perhaps awakening these poor souls trapped here is the sole reason for my continued existence in this place."
"To save them, is also to save myself."
The Double-Pupil Taoist Man slowly walked towards the depths of the bone seeds, as if they were stars.
His silhouette was desolate.
The Void is like a road; one step forward crosses many varying 'Stars'.
Overlapping sounds finally revealed the maturity and distance brought by endless years, as if the defenses were eased.
The Six-fingered Divine Demon squinted its eyes slightly, making its emotions hard to discern.
Yet, Wang Ba and Yao Wudi both felt an ancient loneliness and desolation from these few words.
Simply pondering, putting oneself in another's place, made their hearts tremble inadvertently.
