Xiao Yan was momentarily struck speechless. He did not understand the scene before him—he had clearly withdrawn from the trial, so why had he not returned to his body?
But Xiao Yan quickly realized he was wrong. It was not that he had failed to return to his body; even his soul form no longer existed.
Xiao Yan could still think, but he could not speak. He could see and hear, yet he could not turn his gaze away. With his intelligence, he had roughly guessed his situation...
Am I... dead...?
When Xiao Yan thought of this, he instinctively wanted to resist, to deny it. But no matter how desperately he rejected the thought, he could not even close his "eyes." Forced to stare clearly at his own corpse, he could only recognize the truth more and more deeply.
He, Xiao Yan, was already dead.
After who knew how long, Xiao Yan watched the moisture slowly drain from his body and its appearance gradually grow closer to that of the other mummified corpses. At last, his viewpoint moved on its own.
He slowly left the place and arrived outside the cave. There, Xiao Yan saw the Pill Tower Ancestor, but to his disappointment, the Pill Tower Ancestor did not see him "floating" out.
"Three months already. Did you fail?"
He was not speaking to Xiao Yan. The Pill Tower Ancestor was merely gazing wistfully at the sea, murmuring to himself with confusion on his face.
Xiao Yan had thought he would hate the man who had "caused his death," but in truth, seeing the Pill Tower Ancestor like this, he had little inclination for hatred. He understood that the Pill Tower Ancestor had not deliberately set him up.
He truly had hoped Xiao Yan would succeed.
Afterward, the Pill