Spirit Realm Walker

"Baby, today I'll take you to roam the ends of the earth~"

Onstage, the man sang at the top of his lungs, practically screaming and roaring, his charisma maxed out.

He was not actually the soul of that superstar from back then. He was an emotion imprinted during that concert, an emotion that had then been molded by the thoughts of countless audience members, eventually manifesting into a tangible form.

You sat among the audience and enjoyed this audiovisual feast from more than two hundred years ago.

As you watched, you saw some audience members scream themselves unconscious, even reaching climax alongside the music at its peak.

After one concert ended, what followed was not silence, but repetition.

Phantoms crisscrossed through the audience seats. Some shadows returned to their places, while the afterimages that had fainted from excessive excitement also blinked back to their original positions.

You let out a soft breath and rose from your seat within this Spirit Realm projection. A couple rose alongside you.

The three of you were all outsiders in this Spirit Realm projection, superhumans who had reached a certain realm and could freely enter and leave the Spirit Realm.

The couple both looked to be around twenty, and possessed the cultivation of Elites (Second Realm).

The woman was composed enough, her face full of admiration. "As expected of that former World Singing King. I heard that even some travelers from the star realms linger in our Spirit Realm just to hear this concert once."

"His aura is simply too vast. Even though he never cultivated spiritual power, he still shone as dazzlingly as a blazing sun. Take this 'afterimage' he left behind—many Outstanding Ones (Third Realm) would be unable to create it."

"...Even though he 'created' it together with those audience members."

The man,