What was happening in the outside world was of no concern to Lü Yang at the moment.
He had already returned to Emperor Ying, the fragment of Celestial Human Residual Consciousness that had served as his final safe house in his previous life. Inside the spacious attic, no one else was in sight. Golden tiles covered the roof, while jade pillars supported the beams. Clear windows on all four sides let in the morning light, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. The tables, chairs, and other furnishings were meticulously arranged, as if someone had lived here not long ago.
"TAP, TAP, TAP."
Lü Yang walked slowly through the attic, his footsteps echoing softly. Previously, he had only dared to wander the periphery, never truly entering the center. The reason was simple—he was afraid of dying.
