Days passed, and nearly ten days had gone by since A-Jing performed the procedure on the unconscious human.

People were sent to check on the person every day, but there was still no sign of the person waking up.

As the village elders said, they put the unconscious people on the roof every noon, and although the people haven't woken up after so many days.

But you can always feel the unconscious human body gradually filling up, like a deflated balloon being inflated.

At noon that day, as instructed by the village elder, Ahui and Ayao carried the unconscious person to the roof as usual.

After being exposed to the scorching sun these past few days, although the unconscious humans have not yet shown any signs of waking up, their skin has gradually become rosy and they are looking more and more like "living people".

After settling the unconscious human down, Ah Hui and Ah Yao sat quietly beside him, taking advantage of the intense midday sun's power, and began to cultivate and absorb it.

After all, noon is the time when cultivation is most efficient, with abundant light energy and active photons.

Before Ahui and Ayao could even enter a meditative state, they felt that although it was noon, the photons in the surrounding space were unusually sluggish, as if they were bound by a mysterious force, and were not in the state of photons that were normally very active at noon.

After all, they are cultivators, and their senses are much more acute than those of ordinary people.

Before they could examine the person closely, they noticed that the fingers on the unconscious person's left hand were trembling slightly. Upon closer inspection, they saw that the person's previously steady breathing had become somewhat rapid.

Although its eyes were not open, you could see its eyeballs moving around constantly through its eyelids, indicating that it might wake up at any moment.

Ayao gestured to Ahui with his eyes to quickly inform the village elder. Ahui understood immediately, and a light screen appeared on his leg with a "hum," disappearing from sight after a few leaps.

Ah Yao stared intently at the unconscious human, his expression grave.

As photons gathered, his left hand gradually coalesced into a one-handed shield, while a spear of light appeared in his right hand at some unknown time.

Raising the light shield in his left hand, he concealed his entire body behind it, revealing only his eyes, which he stared intently at the unconscious human.

The light spear in his right hand was held straight against his arm, ready to deliver a fatal blow at any moment.

Li Sisui didn't know how much time had passed, nor whether he was now ascending to heaven, falling into hell, or having reached paradise, or experiencing reincarnation.

Perhaps they are on their way to the underworld, awaiting the judgment of Yama, the King of Hell.

Regardless, I still died in the end.

There are no miracles, no gods, just an ordinary and insignificant person whose life is like dust, passing away silently with the wind.

Goodbye, my beloved parents; farewell, my dear friends; and my love, whom I have yet to find.

No pain, no love, no hate, I am dead, and everything is no longer relevant to me.

Life is so fragile, and life is so short. Despite our many regrets, we are powerless to change anything.

How hateful! An ordinary life is still a life, and a small soul is still a soul. We are all born equal!

No one, no power, can deprive any life of its right to live. No one!

If there is an afterlife, I don't want anything like being incredibly wealthy, supreme, or admired by thousands!

I only wish for good health and to live a healthy life.

If you can't be healthy, then at least you must live, live at all costs, because living is the most important thing.

But the reality is that there is no afterlife; when a person dies, it's like a lamp going out.

It's just my own wild thoughts. Wait, brain? Do I even have a brain anymore?

I'm already dead, so how can I still have a brain and be able to think nonsense...?

Wait a minute, didn't I already time-travel? How can this happen again? Where's the protagonist's halo? Did I time-travel again? No way!

...

Such silly questions and answers lingered in Li Sisui's mind, refusing to leave, leaving him feeling both disappointed and excited.

The loss of one's own life is an indisputable fact; there are no "what ifs" or "afterlife."

He was excited that although he was dead, his mind and consciousness were still so clear, as if he were still alive.

Li Sisui didn't know how much time had passed. His random thoughts no longer aroused any interest in him; he felt as if he were trapped in a dark space.

All he could see was pitch blackness, nothing else. For Li Sisui, the concept of time was becoming increasingly blurred.

Li Sisui had lost track of how long he had been in this pitch-black space—a year? Ten years? Or perhaps a hundred years?

He moved forward aimlessly, or perhaps backward, but Li Sisui no longer cared about such things; all he wanted now was to get out of there.

From pushing forward with all one's might to mechanically repeating the same motion, Li Sisui felt like she was about to go crazy.

The boundless silence and loneliness were about to shatter his last shred of reason and thought.

After advancing for an unknown amount of time, Li Sisui had become numb and could no longer muster any interest in anything. Perhaps this was the true meaning of death.

Suddenly, a beam of white light appeared ahead, like a raging sea, a lighthouse suddenly appearing, like a drowning person's hands grabbing an oar. Now, the only thought was to move towards that beam of light, without regard for anything else, and with all one's might.

It felt like a century had passed, yet also like a fleeting moment.

Li Sisui's memory was stretched and shortened repeatedly. He didn't know how long he had traveled through the white beam of light. Li Sisui could no longer endure the long-term suppression and used all his strength to shout loudly.

"Hoo~~"

After exhaling a deep breath, Li Sisui's consciousness was pulled away from some distant place, and all the previous illusions and delusions vanished instantly.

Li Sisui opened his eyes, which had been closed for too long, like someone waking from a long dream, feeling a sense of loss as his consciousness returned to reality.

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