And this was only the beginning. It was not just the name—As the Annihilation Domain, dragged by the Dimensional Demon God, gradually drew closer to dimensional spacetime, the suns in the sky grew ever more brilliant and blazing.
Amid these changes, Tsugikuni Mumei's memory of Zhao Cheng's appearance began to blur as well.
At first, it was like looking at flowers through the mist, always separated by a veil. Later, it became nothing but a mosaic.
And this still was not the end.
When the cluster of suns overhead rose to the very peak of the sky, Zhao Cheng in Tsugikuni Mumei's memories had already become a shadowy figure.
He remembered that someone had killed him, but he could no longer remember anything related to that person.
Such a state undoubtedly caused him immense pain.
After all, this "world after death" could be called nothing less than a purgatory.
Though they had died and been reborn here, gaining a second chance, not a single second spent in this place was easy.
In this land of the dead, everyone's reality was constantly slipping away. Along with it went their humanity; once that humanity had drained away completely, all that remained was an empty shell.
And even before it all drained away, the process of its unceasing loss alone was incomparably agonizing.
Many lives, after being reborn here, chose self-destruction before long.
Those who stubbornly chose to keep living were all people with incomparably intense obsessions in their hearts.
Tsugikuni Mumei was one such person.
Before his death, as a half-step Mythology and the holder of the highest authority over a nation's divine path, it could be said that from the moment he was born, he had held the most perfect script and lived the most perfect life.
Things that countless people