This is a vast universe, like a distant dream, boundless and silent, eternally without end. Within it, even consciousness slowly blurs and dissolves, and the strange yet familiar setting brings a feeling of traveling through time and space back to one's childhood.
That dream is too illusory, yet too real.
If someone nowadays were to tell him that he comes from the void, from the other end of the universe, Feng Yi would have every reason to believe it.
As a voice approached from afar, resounding deep in his heart, his blurred consciousness unexpectedly became lucid, igniting the last thread of thought he barely clung to.
"Feng Yi, wake up..."
"Where is this... I really am dead, aren't I? Is this the world where the deceased dwell...?"
"The world of the deceased..." The approaching consciousness seemed to ponder for a moment, "This place is both the world of the deceased in your heart, and at the same time, it may not be."
"Where exactly am I?"
