Seizing the Body

Falling.

Staring at the patch of light atop the heavens as it grew ever more distant, Xu Yuan's consciousness kept sinking into the pitch-black abyss.

It was like lying on a beach at sunset, cool waves lapping from his feet toward his neck with the rising tide.

Something was slowly drowning him.

But according to Xu Yuan's experience with death, he was not dead yet.

Death was unconsciousness, a desolate and frigid void.

The fact that he could still think meant he was alive.

This sensation was likely an abstract manifestation of the struggle between him and Mu Nuo as they devoured each other. Perhaps the instant he was completely submerged by the tide would be the moment Mu Nuo devoured him whole.

Though it might also happen the other way around.

After all, this process of devouring was unknown to both him and Mu Nuo.

Xu Yuan did not know what he should do, nor could he do anything at all. He could not even move a finger now, and could only passively feel everything around him.

If this were an action game, then what he was experiencing would undoubtedly be a steaming pile of garbage.

He had thought this devouring struggle would surely be decided through a battle in the spiritual world, like the crown prince in some manga fighting Nine-Tails.

Whoever lost would be controlled.

Making him sit here as a camera watching the light overhead gradually recede was really far too absurd.

The fall seemed endless, and his thoughts stretched along with it, until at some point, Xu Yuan suddenly realized something was off.

He was too calm.

So calm that he even felt strangely relaxed.

That was unreasonable.

When facing the White Emperor, he had remained calm, but he had still desperately racked his brains