63. I Still Want to Try

The first thing he felt was peace.

And, of course, relief.

—But aside from that?

The thought "raise my hand" drifted through He Shenyan's consciousness, and his soul, already fallen into boundless darkness, faithfully carried it out. Vast mental power surged out of the Void Realm, sketching a simple form in the dark. It looked like a stick figure, with only the most basic lines of a human shape.

Interesting. So this is what I look like after death.

He Shenyan stared thoughtfully at his right hand. The fact that he was already dead did not stir the slightest ripple in his heart. At this moment, what he cared about most was what kind of secret lay hidden behind this state.

Mages' thirst for knowledge was terrifyingly stubborn.

Hm. Where am I?

After observing carefully for a while, he gained no useful information, so he simply lifted his head and looked around. But there was nothing around him, only darkness. What even surprised him was that the Mage felt no discomfort.

On the contrary, he found this place warm and comfortable.

It was like a room that belonged to you, with thick curtains drawn, the temperature just right, and a fragrance drifting from the pillow—one only needed to lie down, and one could sleep without ever waking again, never having to worry about any of the sufferings of the mortal world. Whether it was having to get up early for work tomorrow or the massive debts chasing after you, all of it had gone far away.

The only thing close at hand was restful sleep.

He let out a weary sigh, sat down in that simple form, and then even felt unsatisfied with that, so he simply lay down in a completely defenseless posture. In the past, He Shenyan had