Black, an unmatched black.
It wasn't a color but an absence of everything.
Gao Xin's first thought was that he felt a ray of light in the distance.
The moment he noticed the light, his consciousness began to move again, as if time had only started from that moment.
"I'm dead..."
Gao Xin instinctively drew closer to the light.
The feeling was like being in a dark, narrow cave when suddenly a door opened up ahead, and sunlight streamed in from outside the cave.
No, this analogy was not appropriate.
As he got closer, the light became brighter and larger, he could feel that its source was a vast and magnificent ultimate being, far beyond any comparison to the sun.
"The Great Spirit?"
Gao Xin's consciousness entered the light, and in a daze, he seemed to arrive at a peaceful field.
Beneath his feet lay a green meadow, towering mountains in the distance, with a river gently flowing.
He came to the riverbank and saw a figure also approaching from the other side.
