In the deep and unknowable void of the unknown...
This was a vast expanse capable of burying the entire universe.
Within different regions of the entire space, various inexplicable colors shimmered.
And at the center of each colored region, there was a colossal, indescribably immense, bone-white vortex.
Even if a mountain peak were thrown into any of these vortices, it would likely not cause much of a ripple.
But upon closer inspection, what spun within these colossal vortices was not water, but countless souls with vacant expressions.
The massive vortexes formed by souls spun silently within the different colored regions,
Innumerable souls drifted numbly within the vortexes, being drawn by the vortex's suction towards the lowest point.
And the very bottom of the vortexes, where they led, remained unknown...
Within a region of pure black,
This vortex, even within the entire unknown space, could be considered one of the larger ones.
Vast numbers of souls were drawn from the unknown by a mysterious force, continuously flowing into this massive vortex.
And at the very top of the vortex,
A faintly golden soul, which had just entered the vortex, felt the invisible suction pulling at it, and gazed at the souls around it, some clear, some blurred. A question flickered in its consciousness:
"Who am I?"
The soul appeared to be that of a handsome young boy, but its state was utterly tragic.
Some pitch-black energies, even in this mysterious space, continued to erode the boy's soul.
One could only wonder what kind of great battle had caused the boy's soul to be so damaged,
And these sinister energies did not spare even the souls of the dead.
In this silent vortex of souls, these malevolent energies continuously eroded the boy's soul,
But souls that were already dead, within this grand vortex, their consciousness had become blurred. How could they possibly feel pain?
Numb, devoid of sensation, it was only due to his former immense power that he had, at the very beginning, asked such a question:
"Who am I?"
As the vortex spun silently, the boy's soul gradually drifted downwards, and the erosion from the black energies intensified...
But the boy paid no mind to the vortex that carried him, nor to the black energies that eroded his soul...
In his soul form, he merely frowned, as if something was deeply troubling him....
In a daze, spectral figures wearing familiar clothing flashed past the boy.
As a former powerhouse, the weight of the boy's soul determined that his rate of descent was much slower than that of ordinary souls.
The clothing on these spectral figures seemed to stir some faint memories within the boy,
"Such familiar clothing... I think I recognize these clothes... Is this, a military uniform?"
Gazing at the descending spectral figures, the boy's numb eyes gradually began to gleam...
But in the face of the soul vortex's stillness, this sliver of light appeared so weak, as if it could be extinguished at any moment.
These spectral figures in military uniforms were in a dire state. Although their eyes were vacant, their faces bore an undeniable anger and lingering affection.
What kind of battle had they experienced before their deaths, to have such rage etched onto their faces even after becoming souls?
And what were they protecting, that they still held such affection even in death?
A flicker of confusion crossed the boy's eyes. The brief spark of clarity, ignited by the military uniform, seemed to be on the verge of fading again...
The fragile soul body fell faster, and at the same time, it became harder to resist the vortex's power.
These spectral figures in military uniforms rapidly overtook Chen Luo, plunging further into the vortex.
The deeper the soul vortex went, the greater the crushing force became. When these weak souls first appeared, they could still retain the last vestiges of their living forms.
But as the vortex's power continuously squeezed them, these weak souls began to shatter,
Whatever affection or regrets they held, in the face of this terrifying and silent vortex, they had only one outcome: to turn into soul dust.
In the boy's eyes, these spectral figures that seemed somewhat familiar shattered and descended further...
In the silent space, the boy seemed to hear the sound of something breaking,
It was the sound of these familiar souls, shattering completely within the vortex.
Their soul bodies, formed from their final states in life, dispersed into countless bone-white fragments, which were then more rapidly churned into ordinary points of light.
Within the soul vortex, driven by some impulse, he reached out his hand, wanting to grasp something.
A larger bone-white light was caught in the boy's hand.
The numb boy didn't know why he reached out, only that an impulse was driving him; he wanted to save these people...
But he, in his numbness, was merely a soul that could hold on a little longer.
His palm slowly opened, revealing the last thing the boy had grasped...
It was a damaged badge, a badge that a soul had carried to its death, a form that its soul had imprinted.
In the bone-white soul vortex, only souls not yet completely erased could retain some of the colors from their memories.
Upon this soul-imprinted badge, there were some vibrant reds and several dazzling stars.
His gaze gradually gained warmth. The boy's fingers caressed the soul-remembered badge,
At the edge of the badge, a name struck his mind like a thunderclap.
In the boy's soul, which shone with a faint golden light, a flame suddenly ignited:
That fire was not of noble gold, but of scorching crimson!
The boy looked at the badge in his hand, which was slowly turning into white light, and his fingers slowly traced the name on its edge.
In the silent soul vortex, the boy slowly opened his mouth and softly uttered the name:
"Da Yan...."
Boom!!!
Thunder exploded in the soul's consciousness, and countless memory fragments flashed through the numb soul's mind.
He remembered!
Everything came back!
The soul's light grew more intense, and the clarity in the boy's eyes became sharper.
As the past was fully recalled, the boy's soul completely stopped descending. He stared intently at the badge in his hand, which was slowly turning into white points of light.
A fierce flame ignited within his soul:
"I come from Da Yan!"
"I am Chen Luo!"
"I will seek justice for my compatriots against this unreasonable game!"
Within the burning flame, Chen Luo's soul not only remained unharmed, but upon uttering these three sentences,
His soul, which had merely been faintly golden, completely transformed into pure gold!
Simultaneously, within this body that was merely a soul's projection, the sound of a heartbeat truly echoed.
[Advancement Condition Met!]
[Perceive Life and Death! Born from Death!]
[“Godly Body Tempering Technique” Enters Ultimate Ascension!!!]