Chapter 124: A Taste of Yu Sheng
Yu Sheng's consciousness drifted through an endless darkness. That familiar sense of emptiness and oppression flowed silently along the edges of his perception. His thoughts moved slower and slower. In this lonely yet familiar "afterlife," he even began to feel that he was enjoying the peace.
How should he put it... The whole thing had been rather predictable.
A dire wolf larger than a house had pounced on him, and Yu Sheng had died on the spot. He hadn't lasted any longer than that squirrel.
Of course, the main reason things had ended so quickly was that Yu Sheng hadn't dodged at all. Not only had he failed to dodge, he had even offered himself up—his blood, his flesh, his soul, his... everything pure and blazing with joy and curiosity.
He lay quietly in the darkness after death.
He flowed quietly through the dire wolf's spirit and flesh.
He quietly seeped into the Black Forest, searching for the tendrils of "fairy tales" within it.
Yu Sheng controlled his thoughts, keeping himself from being affected by the bizarre thoughts and fragments of memories drifting through the darkness.
To him, every death was a "practice session." At first, he had been reborn in a complete daze. Later, he became aware of the darkness around him. After that, he learned to sense the process of returning to the "human world." And now, he could not only remain conscious and think clearly in the darkness, but also try to control his current state of thought—free from the burden of a physical body and reduced to the most extreme, purest form of "thought."
He took the initiative to temper the power of this thought, trying to calculate the passage of time in the darkness and even attempting to