It's not about giving up, rather...
The oil lamp has run dry...
Placed in the past.
In the world of imagery, when spiritual power is nearly exhausted, the soul will naturally return to the body.
At this moment, the soul is restrained by the heart demon, unable to return.
Without the wick, the soul is burning life itself.
For others, the soul would be forever unable to return to the body.
Already a living dead body.
But his state at this moment is difficult to articulate clearly.
Perhaps it's an eternal proof, or perhaps there's something else supporting him, allowing him to continue enduring here.
Time changes, the world's transformation continues.
Darkness, completely exhausted.
Not vanished, rather... ultimately gathered in one place.
In the wilderness, only two figures, one standing and the other lying down.
Meng Chuan still immersed in dreams, sleeping unaware of the world.
The shadow stepped firmly on the ground, leaving footprints as it walked towards him.
