Sea of Suffering Rotting Thought Layer, Sword Village, Heart Demon Sword Prison, in front of the gate...
Everything here is reflected with sinister clarity, Song Yan's head was against the doorstep of that great gate, while his feet dangled in the air. The Sea of Suffering Swordsman who rushed out first saw his hasty moving feet, and only upon looking down could see his head.
Everything seemed to remind Song Yan that he did not belong here...
How incredibly crafted the universe is, able to carve out steep and winding mountain ranges like swords and axes, and depict picturesque landscapes with ease. Back when Song Yan lived a nine-to-five life, he was often awed by these marvels.
But now, in front of these peculiar structures born from the embodiment of obsession, the mountains and rivers... are nothing.
Song Yan perceived his state of existence here.
Body in the human world, soul adrift in the Sea of Suffering.
Here... only soul, only thought.
