The gray-white earth seemed endless, broken craters scattered all around. A pitch-black firmament covered the sky, while countless stars glittered across the boundless depths of space.
Lin Qiye stood within an enormous crater and looked up at the heavens. Beyond the horizon, a blue planet was slowly turning.
Most of that planet had already been shrouded in gray mist. As far as the eye could see, only Great Xia and the Arctic Circle remained, untouched by the mist.
"Is this... the moon?" Lin Qiye muttered as he looked at the scene before him.
He withdrew his gaze and looked at the figure standing before him like a statue.
It was over ten meters tall, radiating golden light. Behind the Seraph's back spread six enormous wings, white as snow. Sunlight shone from beyond the horizon, edging those wings with gold.
This scene was exactly the same as the one he had seen ten years ago.
Had he come to the moon?
Or... had he returned to his memories and witnessed this scene once more?
Relatively speaking, Lin Qiye was more inclined to believe the latter. Looking down, he discovered that he had no physical form at all.
Only his consciousness was here.
Suddenly, the statue-like Seraph slowly opened his eyes.
Eyes as scorching as furnaces appeared, nearly eclipsing the sun behind the Seraph. Endless divine might surged forth from them and descended upon the earth.
Instinctively, Lin Qiye closed his eyes. After all, he had no desire to go blind again...
"You have come." An ancient, majestic voice echoed within Lin Qiye's mind.
The Seraph did not open his mouth, instead communicating directly with Lin Qiye through thought.
"Is this a memory, or reality?" Lin Qiye replied inwardly.
"This is the consciousness hidden deep within your heart, but it is also