A moment of clarity meant nothing.
Amid the clamor of "human voices," Yuan Ju quickly became Lost again. In a daze, he found a ticket to the "Dream Theater" and followed the crowd deeper inside.
Along the way, he kept brushing against the people around him, joining them in responding to the fervent atmosphere filling the vast space. Yet he seemed to have forgotten where he was, blurring his own role.
Now, he was both audience and actor, performing while watching. Only one thing was certain: he was truly immersed in it, cheering, weeping, shouting, arguing, nearly driven mad, until he forgot the past, forgot who he was, and gradually even forgot that this place had originally been a theater.
By the end, even his awareness of the theater had completely blurred away, and he entered an entirely new world.
Within a Jungle blanketed by mist and haze, Yuan Ju's body seemed to have truly merged into the dead leaves and decaying earth, growing fainter and less substantial.
The rolling fog around him resembled a projection screen, upon which various blurry images began flashing past in rapid succession.
A "shadow" with the same face as Yuan Ju stood nearby, observing the changing images. There was nothing particularly worth analyzing for the moment, so it merely summarized the information from its previous observations.
This young Acolyte Priest certainly had talent, but little experience. His will was not firm enough, and his sense of Self was limited. He habitually reflected and corrected himself, without much else that he stubbornly insisted upon.
Considering the traceability of his own Form and Spirit Framework, he was undoubtedly an excellent Container, with further potential yet to be uncovered.
From the observations of this period, Yan Chen's attitude toward him had been rather subtle.
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