A copy, a remnant in this world from the creator's memory.
Yu Sheng had no idea how many thoughts flashed through his mind at this moment, or perhaps he really wasn't thinking anything at all—fleeting impressions faded away like a silent breeze across the wilderness, and he turned his gaze, looking at this familiar yet strange place, remaining silent for a long time.
The nameless wilderness stretched endlessly in view, the chaotic sky more oppressive and dark than the familiar Soul Wilderness. He saw a path seemingly covered in rubble extending from afar, leading all the way to the mound beside it.
He thought, if visitors were to come here, they're likely to get lost in that endless darkness in the distance—it's too dark here, like a tomb, and the wilderness needs someone to guide visitors to the right place.
