Lu Yuanming felt for the first time that the pitch blackness of his comatose state might not be as unbearable, the warmth and fulfillment that came with strengthening his soul filled the emptiness of the vegetative state, and once his soul was strengthened, he could cross back to the afterworld at any time, then absorb White Light Particles to the limit again, repeating this process, until he would surely awaken from his vegetative state.
This is hope.
"But what about that gray light particle, no, that's already a light orb, what is that gray light orb? Colorless Light Particles are wishes, beliefs, faith, White Light Particles are the essence that strengthens the soul, which can be called soul essence, then what is this gray light orb?"
Lu Yuanming felt that the mysteries of the afterworld, or the Dark Matter World as one might say, seemed to be increasing, the more he knew, the greater the questions.
But no matter what, this had become part of his life.
