"However, as long as you can find these materials, I can help you reshape your body."
"Alright!" Luo Qingchen said, "I will definitely find these materials!"
"I will help you reshape your body!"
"Master of Chaos, I trust you," the Artifact Spirit said.
"You should rest here for now."
"Once you have regained some strength, I will send you out."
"Okay." Luo Qingchen nodded.
He rested in the Chaotic Space.
...
In the Chaotic Space, there was a void.
Luo Qingchen's soul floated like a faint candle flame in the endless darkness. He couldn't sense the passing of time or his own existence.
"Is this what death feels like?" Luo Qingchen asked himself, but there was no response.
He struggled to recall everything that had happened, the moment of the explosion, the destruction of his body, the escape of his soul...it all seemed like a dream, a nightmarishly real dream.
"Am I really dead?" Luo Qingchen asked himself again, his heart filled with confusion and unwillingness.
