The stele Wen Yan was leaning on disappeared, and he fell backward, waking up instantly.
After waking, the sky was bright, but there were still large groups of lost souls around. Even though the Yang Energy increased in the daytime, it didn't have much effect.
The rhythmically fluctuating wailing sound had grown weaker.
Wen Yan didn't look at it. He yawned, sat up, and glanced back at the ground where only an imprint was left; the stele had vanished.
Yet Wen Yan inexplicably felt that the blessing from the Enforcer Profession had nearly doubled compared to before.
He asked some of the conscious lost souls nearby, and after hearing about the recent events, he reached out to touch the imprint left on the ground behind him.
He remembered the place where he went to choose his profession, which also had many steles.
Each stele represented a profession, and now that the Enforcer's stele had disappeared, could it have gone to that place too?
