Zhang Ping was neither an egoist nor much of an altruist.
Whether he wanted to save others or lay the dead to rest, he had never considered whether doing so would benefit him.
He simply couldn't stand to look the other way.
It was probably like spotting litter on the roadside and bending down to toss it into a nearby bin.
He had never imagined that such a small act would earn the dead's acknowledgment, much less make them willing to shield him from every injury with their own bodies.
The corpses he could see now were only a tiny fraction of them. Most had been reduced to ashes while protecting him.
He had seen a finger, an eyeball, hair, and torn scraps of skin, but he hadn't given them much thought at the time. Almost everything imaginable had surrounded him during his fall; fragments of corpses hadn't stood out.
Only now did he realize where those remains had come from.
Overcome with gratitude, shame, and grief, he finally reached the very bottom.
In an instant, his spirit felt as though it had plunged into a bog. At the final moment, he saw the end of that space: everything compressed into a single point.
The Mysterious Sewer.
Zhang Ping suddenly shot out of a red sphere. He tumbled through the air several times before his head punched through a sewer wall, finally bringing him to a stop.
He opened his eyes to see an endless sewer stretching through the void. It took him a while to grasp what had happened.
"I got out?"
Zhang Ping dropped into the sewer. Looking at the red sphere lying motionless there, he muttered to himself.
After a moment's thought, he immediately activated Reset Eye. His spirit flashed several meters away, and flesh rapidly formed