A chill came from the darkness, interrupting what seemed like an eternal dream.
The sensation was so sudden, it made the soul tremble involuntarily... It was this tremble, like a stone thrown into the calm center of a pond, causing ripples to spread outward, awakening other areas of perception.
And all these perceptions combined into consciousness.
Chen Xuan instinctively let out a displeased groan, as if someone had forcibly woken him in the middle of his sleep.
But the brain quickly stopped this primitive reaction.
The first thought formed: The dream is over, it's time to wake up.
No… Why wake up? Wasn't I already dead?
What are you saying, the dead have no consciousness.
—It seemed there was another self-answering in his mind.
Correct, so I'm still alive.
Even without a body?
What does that make me... a ghost?
However, the omnipresent touch was continuously transmitting information to the brain, this experience did not match the insubstantial nature of a ghost.
