He slowly rose to his feet. Like someone just recovering from a grave illness, he cautiously took a step forward. When he found his footing steady, he took another, gradually growing used to this body. Soon he was jogging, leaping, and laughing aloud.
He kept at it for a full half hour before stopping. Lin Jun watched the whole time. He understood Xie Yun's excitement.
He truly was alive again, in every sense of the word.
"Do you think I'm really me?"
Xie Yun plopped down in front of Lin Jun, who slowly sat down too.
Xie Yun's current state was hard to describe. The blade held information Xie Yun had left behind before his death, but the real Xie Yun had died untold tens of thousands of years ago. Strictly speaking, the Xie Yun before him could only be called a copy.
Yet he truly thought the way Xie Yun did and possessed his memories. He had even been separated from Xie Yun himself. So perhaps calling him Xie Yun was right after all.
"I don't think we have time to wrestle with that philosophical question."
Lin Jun had no intention of discussing such trivial details any further. There was no point.
"Tell me, what exactly are Sea Demons? You should know. I'm not talking about the ones I saw in the Desolate Sea. I mean the ones I saw on the panel!"
Lin Jun had sensed something faintly similar to the Sea Demons in those tentacles devouring galaxies.
He suspected those tentacles and the presence he had sensed were Sea Demons. But why were they so terrifying, and why were they in the world of his homeland? Lin Jun knew none of it.
Xie Yun was his predecessor, after all. He had witnessed the birth of this world