The coldness was as if he was lying naked in the snow. In the endless cold wind, his entire body and even his soul seemed to wither slowly. Even though Wang Baole was only conscious at the moment, the latter felt the coldness even more clearly, it was a cold sensation.
Along with the coldness came loneliness. This emotion was mostly due to the darkness around him, which allowed Wang Baole to remain conscious. However, the more this happened, the more intense the feeling of loneliness became.
There was no sound, no light, no pictures, and nothing. It was as if Wang Baole was the only person left in the entire void.
One day, one month, one year, one hundred years, one thousand years... it was still cold, still dark, and still lonely.
Wang Baole didn’t know how much time had passed. Perhaps... there was no concept of time here, and everything was not something he could change or control. What was placed in front of him was just waiting.
