Han Fei's consciousness stood beside the Humanity Abyss, silently raising his head to look at the lonely stars hanging in the night sky, which represented his own personality.
All the memories and experiences, all the choices and actions, all of it shaped Han Fei.
That star was still dim, but regardless of how the night changed, it remained there.
The abyss of greed gathered wailing ghosts and monsters, with negative emotions constantly accumulating and fermenting, yet the star above the abyss emitted a gentle glow. All the invisible figures saved by Han Fei were holding up the star in the night.
"Is this my personality?"
Gazing at the stars, looking down at the abyss.
Ghosts and monsters could not leave the Humanity Abyss, they feared the stars. The black fog of greed was no longer out of control, suppressed beneath the abyss by the starlight.
