Darkness.
Long Tian's soul floated within it. There was no sense of time or space.
His soul was like a glowing bulb in the dark.
He wandered endlessly, his memories slowly fading away.
"Who am I?"
He couldn't remember himself. He was a lost soul.
He kept wandering, trying to find out who he was.
Suddenly, he heard a weeping sound, which puzzled his lost soul as it tried to locate its source.
"Long Tian…"
He heard a cry of pain.
He wondered who Long Tian was. Was that his name?
Or was it someone else?
Confused, yet hearing such a cry caused him pain.
He stopped, floating in the darkness as a sharp pain struck him.
This pain was like a key, opening a shut door.
An ancient draconic chant shattered everything as he remembered his true self.
Long Tian looked around the darkness and wondered if he was in hell.
But it didn't seem like it.
Then, at that moment, he heard a sigh.
A familiar sigh.
"How does death feel?"
