Having embarked on the path of cultivation thousands of years ago, Yun Qingzi had witnessed far too much of the warmth and coldness of human relationships, as well as partings in life and death. He had personally endured countless storms, snow, rises, falls, and periods of stagnation. When it came to life, he had quite a few insights and opinions.
But summarizing what it felt like after death was genuinely difficult...
Especially since the process was completely different from what he had imagined.
"Relax. Everyone who comes here for the first time is like this. It's normal to feel confused," Yu Sheng said with a smile, having noticed the confusion in Yun Qingzi's eyes. "Of course, most of the people who came here before were only nearly dead in mind. Someone who was actually dead, like you, is truly a first..."
Yun Qingzi sat on a pew in the Grand Cathedral. After hesitating for quite some time, he looked into Yu Sheng's eyes and asked, "Daoist friend, could you be the Divine Lord who governs this world after death?"
"Divine Lord? No, no, you're overthinking it. I'm just an ordinary... Fine, maybe I'm not that ordinary, but I'm still human," Yu Sheng said, waving his hand before pointing around him. "This place is indeed mine, though. You can think of it as my 'cave abode.' It's a little special and can accommodate spiritual beings..."
Yu Sheng gave the old man a rough explanation of the Soul Wilderness, casually mentioning the possible reason he had arrived here after death—being granted blood. Throughout the entire explanation, Yun Qingzi never spoke. He merely listened with exceptional seriousness, as though he were... thousands of years ago, following his master onto the path of cultivation for the first time.
Yun Qingzi looked into Yu Sheng's