"Wooo~"
The cold wind howled, as mournful and piercing as the cries of ghosts.
A phantom Cheng Han—or rather, his "Soul Shadow"—stood quietly by the Aquaculture Lake, gazing at the surging waves on its surface.
"Splash~"
Waves crashed against the shore, throwing up great sprays of water.
To ordinary people,
the lake surface was pitch-black, like a terrifying bottomless abyss that could swallow everything at any moment.
But in the eyes of the Soul Shadow,
every wave and every ripple on the lake was plainly visible, as clear as daylight.
Cheng Han muttered softly, "The vision of a soul really is interesting!"
He immediately crouched down, swiftly reached his phantom right hand into the icy lake water, and slowly stirred the seawater.
A few seconds later,
Cheng Han muttered again, "I can feel the seawater, and I can feel the temperature. My hearing and sense of touch are exactly the same as my real body's."
He took another sniff of the sea breeze. "I can even smell the sea breeze."
Then he lowered his head, glanced down, and smiled rather strangely. "If I did that sort of thing in bed, both of us could experience the most authentic sensations."
All of it
was no different from real sensations.
Cheng Han nodded lightly. "As expected of the Law of Reality!"
It was precisely because his soul had been granted a trace of the Power of Reality that it could interact with the real world and experience the truest sensations.
"Whoosh!"
The cold wind suddenly intensified.
Cheng Han spread his arms, feeling the fierce sea breeze, and murmured, "Still, stripped of Law Power, it remains an illusion at its core."
Recalling a line of poetry from his previous life, he chanted, "I want to ride the wind home, yet fear the jade