On the streets of this world, the pedestrians' faces were gaunt, their gazes vacant, and their vitality was gradually being siphoned away by the sun in an eclipsing state in the sky.
Someone would collapse completely as they walked, their body turning to ashes like ignited white paper, dissipating into smoke.
Yet the others remained oblivious to such scenes as if they hadn't seen it at all, or rather, they were not aware of it.
The concept of death seemed to have been stripped away from the natives.
In Zheng Yichen's dual vision of heat and soul, the body heat sources of the natives here were extremely unstable, dispersing outward.
This dispersion of heat sources maintained this world from falling into complete darkness during the eclipse, while their souls converged into thin threads gathering toward the eclipse.
A mechanical monster bird flew across the sky, locking onto Zheng Yichen, but before it could react, it exploded.
