There Is No World After Death-I Really Have a Big Mouth

Qin Yang sniffed the Spirit Incense along with the wine and felt a little lightheaded.

But now, he finally realized that something was off.

The Novelist was practically like a different person. From his temperament to his bearing, he had become completely different, as though...

He had come alive.

Qin Yang could no longer spare a thought for the precious spirit wine. He quickly circulated his power to dispel the alcohol, shuddered, and his mind became incomparably clear.

"You want to help me cross the Sky Curtain?"

"I want to know the story beyond the Sky Curtain. Compared to that, whether I can cross it is no longer important.

I have been here for who knew how long. I have forgotten time. I only know it has been a very, very long time—so long that many of my memories have already vanished.

I do not remember anyone ever crossing the Sky Curtain. I once thought this place might be the end of the Sunken Black Sea, and the end of the world as well.

But such an ending is too despairing.

I want to see something different. I can try to let you cross over and see the world after death.

Give my story an ending that I can accept."

The Novelist spoke with great sincerity, and with great despair.

If he could only remain as he was for all eternity, he would rather vanish completely.

Yet reality was that he could not even vanish. He could only remain here forever in this form.

From the ancient era until today, perhaps continuing on forever, until a time far, far in the future.

Not being able to see hope was the most despairing thing of all.

When that despair could be prolonged without end, that was true torment.

Qin Yang fell