Bai Yan seemed to enter a special state; he stood in place without any self-defense measures, just standing there, dumbfounded, thinking about something.
In Bai Yan's Sea of Consciousness, a smaller version of Bai Yan sat cross-legged by the river of time, watching the ceaselessly flowing water, silently reciting.
"So, what exactly is the true me?"
"The memories of the past life are me, but are the memories of this life also me?"
"If the past life's memories are primary, does that mean the me of this life is thus dead?"
"Then is it the gradually accumulating past life memories that form the present me, or is it the me of this life who actively accepts, changes, even evolves, into the current me?"
Bai Yan seemed entangled by these questions, completely unable to find answers through self-reflection.
Coincidentally, he was stuck in a dead end, unwilling to find the answer, and unable to return to a normal state.
