Looking at the lake, Liu Yang marveled at the landscape he was seeing, the place was quiet and calm.
When the young woman's soul saw this familiar scenery, she was thrilled, for she never imagined she could see this crystal clear lake again. Liu Yang put the bottle on his neck so that the soul could see things around.
"Liu Yang, could you take me to the forest on the other side of this lake?" The voice of the soul echoed in Liu Yang's mind
"Fine." Liu Yang used spatial distortion and appeared in the forest across the lake. There were not many people in the place because the place was just to make camp to look at the stars in the sky.
"Liu Yang, walk a little further into the forest, there is where I was born and raised. But I do not know if there is anything yet since millions of years have passed. "The tone of the soul's voice seemed melancholy when she said it.