The old man with hollow eyes gave a seemingly benevolent reminder.
A moment later, Pang Jian's Divine Sense returned to its place.
The figure, resembling a beggar, still sat quietly in the same spot, but his body radiated an aura of death.
His soul was gone, and the vitality in his previously frail flesh had faded; he was clearly dead.
Or rather, he had been dead for some time.
He was one of the people in Hongdu City who had committed suicide upon losing hope during the cataclysm.
Like him, there were several dozen others who had taken their own lives, scattered across different areas of the city.
Someone had submerged their will in the dead brain of this man, constructing an empty void to attract Pang Jian's Divine Sense and offer advice by using a Secret Skill.
Afterward, that person exited by withdrawing their spiritual consciousness.
Projecting will into a corpse and weaving a unique otherworldly realm was undoubtedly an extraordinary Divine Skill.
Who was that person?
