Jiang Wang thought of that whole stretch of unconsciousness, of the immense loneliness, of wandering without any sense of direction... In the end, he simply said, "Aside from the feeling of my Divine Soul gradually dissipating, I felt nothing."
Without sensation, naturally, there was no awareness.
With all five senses empty, of course he had seen nothing.
Yu Beidou was silent for a moment before saying, "I still need to apologize to you for this. Though I killed you to save you, leaping out of the River of Fate was inherently dangerous. In particular, I also had to die for a time, so I couldn't watch over you..."
"By the River of Fate's reckoning, your entire life lies within its waters. Once you leave them, you lose your whole life. Everything built up over that lifetime—including the instincts to see, smell, and hear—vanishes too... Your body is like a bird with broken wings, your heart like a fish torn from the water..."
Yu Beidou raised his eyes and asked, "That feeling must have been terrifying, right?"
"Who could face life and death without fear?" Jiang Wang's voice was calm. "I'm just one among the countless living beings."
Yu Beidou suddenly smiled. "It's good you saw nothing. Seeing nothing at all was a good thing."
He shook his head with a sigh. "Knowing too much can be the root of suffering."
From his tone, it seemed that his brief leap out of the River of Fate had involved something more. But when Jiang Wang searched his memories, all he found was a stretch of lonely unconsciousness and the pain of his Divine Soul gradually peeling away.
He truly had not "seen" anything.
The method Yu Beidou had used to help him evade Yan Chunhui's sword.
It sounded simple enough, and wasn't