Departure

For the next two days, Zhao Cheng remained in the stone chamber, contemplating various things. Posuo had indeed turned to ashes, but the imprints she had left behind in the void had not dispersed.

Zhao Cheng had long known that at the moment of death, a person released a vast amount of information—or rather, all manner of information contained within their spiritual world would spread outward in an instant.

When someone had only recently died, even if it was an ordinary person, another living person sleeping in that spot might, by some chance, receive part of that information with their mind.

They might dream of the deceased, or even of some of the deceased's memories, or their mind might become slightly disordered, plagued by nightmare after nightmare.

Many tales of hauntings had spread in precisely this way.

If one examined them closely, they were not ghosts or monsters at all, but merely a simple natural phenomenon.

Indeed, if a person's spiritual information was intense enough, and happened to encounter the right person at the right time, it could even allow a living person to possess some of another person's memories.

This technology had already been developed in the world of Hell Redemption. The technology tree of the real world was not yet advanced enough, but it was likewise something science could explain—and even replicate.

But this was by no means reincarnation.

Zhao Cheng had every right to speak on that point, because he had been reincarnated once himself.

After breaking through the mystery of the womb, the change in him had not simply been the acquisition of a past set of memories. It was more akin to someone who had lost a portion of their memories suddenly recalling them.

The difference between the two was immeasurable.

And so, Zhao Cheng