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Perhaps everything begins in chaos and ends in chaos as well.
The soul seemed to have frozen, with every thought slow, arduous, and heavy.
Jiang Wang had forgotten many things.
He gradually couldn't remember where he was, why he had come, or where he was going.
His heart felt heavy. He wanted to slow down, slow even more… and fall asleep.
He was very tired, like a taut string that had never relaxed for a moment.
He could not hold on any longer.
He wanted to collapse, not caring about anything, just to collapse.
But for some reason, there was a vague resistance in his heart.
What am I resisting?
He struggled to think.
"Brother, will we ever go home?"
"We don't have a home anymore."
"Then what about Ru Cheng Brother, Ling He Brother, A Zhan Brother, Disciple Master Tang Dun, the Master… are they still there?"
"Brother doesn't know. Maybe they also escaped, just not in the same direction as us."
"Oh. Then we can go look for them."
