Death may be terrifying, but what's even more terrifying is loneliness and silence. When one finds oneself in an environment of solitary darkness, it can drive a person mad, and even more so, gradually kill their spirit.
Eternal darkness, endless loneliness, this Dark Prison where not even a sliver of light can be found, nor is there any sound to be heard.
Suddenly, a wisp of black mist appeared, slowly covering Ye Xuan, as if it wanted to merge him into the darkness until he became one with this Dark Prison.
"Who... am I?"
Like Chaos at the beginning, like the first light of dawn, Ye Xuan called out in confusion, yet his voice was hoarse and lost, making the Dark Prison momentarily stagnate.
"I remember now, I am Ye Xuan. I came from the Human World, chasing Yang Jian for tens of thousands of miles, I battled with a Daluo Golden Immortal in Heaven, allowed the Heavenly Demon to possess me, and ultimately perished. But did I die? Or perhaps I am not yet dead?"