Chaos, void, there is no vision, nor hearing, touch, taste, smell; all five senses are lost. Even the sixth sense seems completely nonexistent.
Yet even so, Qing Yu is still alive. Or rather, his consciousness still exists.
Thus, it is enough.
With Qing Yu's will, as long as he does not completely lose consciousness, he is still alive and will never die.
In this sense-deprived void, Qing Yu seems to have passed ten thousand years, or perhaps just an instant.
Then, at a certain moment, he felt sensation. Although coarse and sluggish, he truly felt the existence of his limbs.
However, he could not command his body, he could only wait rigidly. Yet this rigid feeling was far stronger than the previous void.
Without waiting long, Qing Yu felt the birth of life's breath. A drop... it should be water, falling on his eyelid, at the corner of his eye.
Water?
'No, this should be blood, this is...'
'Nuwa creating humans!!'
