Ye Wudao stood where he was, closed his eyes, and released his divine sense, trying to detect his own soul origin.
However, the moment he released his divine sense, this gray world suppressed it.
His divine sense could only cover a radius of a hundred zhang.
Beyond that lay a haze of chaos, where he could sense nothing.
And this Reincarnation Realm stretched endlessly, its size unknown.
Finding the mote of soul light that belonged to him in such a vast place was no different from fishing a needle out of the sea.
At the end of the River of Time lay an endless expanse of gray.
When Ye Wudao stepped out of that gray vortex, he felt no solid ground beneath his feet, only a floating sensation that bordered on nothingness.
He looked down. Beneath him lay a gray expanse, like a stone slab whose every grain had been worn smooth by time, or a pool of dead water frozen for millions of years, its surface so smooth it held not a single ripple.
He tried stamping his foot.
There was no sound.
Not even an echo.
The force sank into the ground like a drop of water vanishing into a sea of sand, absorbed without a sound or trace.
Ye Wudao frowned slightly.
So this was the Reincarnation Realm.
It was nothing like what he had imagined.
He had thought the Reincarnation Realm would be sinister, filled with wailing ghosts and howling spirits, with a bridge over the River of Helplessness, Granny Meng's soup, and cauldrons of boiling oil in hell.
But in reality, there was nothing here.
No sky, no earth, no sun, no moon, no wind, no sound.
Only a gray light blanketed everything evenly. Neither bright nor dim, it shone with a bland indifference that