Blood Sea beneath the bleary sky, flanked by the White Bone Shores, a solitary figure, a lone path, Ye Xuan walked alone past, unaccompanied by the gentle breeze, unattended by any creature, the endless Blood Sea roiling behind him, tens of thousands of Blood Souls wailing in agony. His journey finally led him to ascend the White Bone Throne, gazing towards the Heavenly Gate ahead, the loneliness in his eyes intensifying.
Atop the White Bone Throne, Ye Xuan sat silently, with a phantom quietly standing beside him.
"I can't let go of some things, some people," Ye Xuan whispered softly.
"Before the great path to the heavens, there is nothing truly undetachable," the phantom replied.
"But I just can't let go," Ye Xuan said.
The phantom's presence stuttered, and with a wave of his hand, a sphere of light emerged and directly merged into Ye Xuan's Sea of Consciousness.
"Uh!"
A muffled groan escaped from Ye Xuan, pain evident in his gaze.