Sleep, awakening, fall, all he saw was blurry colors, the fragments of the world shining like a cluster of stars.
It felt like going back to the days when he was cultivating the bitter Curse Seal, falling into the endless abyss without knowing the destination. The screeching wind sounded in his ears, but there was supposed to be no wind beyond the world. When he noticed this, sunlight and air enveloped his body, and he entered yet another cycle of reincarnation. This time, as expected, it was a bloody battle, with zombies of mangled flesh fighting monsters formed from curses. Mr. Shiyu, dressed in Jihui Bureau attire, was at the forefront of the battlefield, fighting bloodily.
"Gongsun—"
