I have no idea how much time has passed. I am still drifting in endless darkness, unable to feel anything. My body is heavy, but I know this is only a matter of time.
Perhaps this world has been transformed so that anyone who enters must worship the gods to survive. Otherwise, their consciousness would be slowly stripped away in this darkness until it disappears completely—a terrifying sorcery.
But I know myself well—my will cannot be eroded. Ever since I was born, I had no consciousness; this state feels as if I have returned to the past.
As for the three gods of this world, they are probably substitutes for the Emperor God, managing everything here. The only thing I still don’t understand is the people from the Land of the Dead. Once things are settled here, Xu Fu and I will go there first.
I don’t want to use my power yet. Even though the energy within me has already connected with me, I want to see how far these substitutes for the Emperor God can go. They have accumulated so much faith, they should possess great strength.
But everything now is unbearably dull. With a thought, I suddenly appear in a world of towering ancient trees—my instinctual world. I sit quietly atop one of the giant trees, watching the world expand endlessly below. This is the essence of my power.
Long ago, this world looked just like this, only now the trees are taller and the forest vaster. I look down with delight; the ground is barely visible, and it would take a long time to descend.
Voices still echo in my ears, most speaking of gods, urging me to worship the three gods of this world from the depths of my heart. I smile helplessly.
Just then, I notice a thick branch on a nearby tree shrouded in black mist—killing intent. I drift over, land on the branch, reach out, and instantly grab the mist, pulling it up. Xu Fu’s figure appears before me.
"You should have done this sooner, Heavenly Soul. I was dying of boredom. I never expected your world to look like this—it's my first time seeing it."