Elder Yi returned to Huo Yuhao's Sea of Consciousness to rest.
Huo Yuhao also deactivated all three Martial Souls. Her mental exhaustion made her prepare to lie down on the ground of the Undead Demiplane and sleep for a while.
And so Huo Yuhao lay on the ground, gazing at the black sun in the sky. He gradually closed his eyes and returned to his familiar dream.
The same scene, the same sounds, the same eyes staring fixedly at him. There was still that enormous maw, still that boundless darkness, and the crying had never stopped.
Huo Yuhao did not understand who was crying or why, but the crying did not irritate him. Rather, he could feel no emotion at all at that moment. He had no joy, no pain, no regret, no jealousy...
He quietly listened to the crying and quietly watched the darkness before him, without sorrow or joy, without confusion.
After an unknown length of time there, Huo Yuhao gradually heard another sound amid the crying.
Thump, thump-thump... This sound did not arise alongside the crying, but came from his own heart.
The crying gradually subsided until all he could hear was his own heartbeat. Here, that sound was so faint, yet so deafening.
A cool sensation washed over him, and Huo Yuhao opened his eyes. He was still lying on the earth of the Undead Demiplane, and before his eyes was still the black sun unique to this place.
That was merely another illusory dream of mine. The thought lingered in his mind, growing ever more deeply rooted.
"How are you feeling?" Elder Yi's voice reached Huo Yuhao's ears.
Huo Yuhao stood up, looked at Elder Yi, who was appearing beside him, and said, "I'm full of energy now. I'm fine."
Elder Yi remarked with feeling,