The world here was not pitch-black.
The entire space seemed to be shrouded in a layer of grey fog, with neither solid ground nor vast sky—just an endless, eternal void.
He Qing had followed the dim green glimmer to this place, and it was only now that she could see the true nature of this space with her own eyes.
This was a new world, overlapping between reality and the Ghost Realm, a space devoid of complete souls or living humans—only fragments of spirits that had lost their way for various reasons were present. They had no Spiritual Energy, no desires, and even their instinct for survival was pitifully lacking. Stranded in this silent space due to unforeseen misfortunes, they remained quiet, day after day, year after year, forever still until the day they would finally vanish.
