In the sea of flowers, souls rise one by one.
The Great Sage couldn't discern exactly what these Spirit Bodies looked like. Unlike the current Cosmos, where all intelligent species gravitate towards the Venerable King, in that era, countless people adapted completely differently to the local climate.
Various Soul Bodies stood tall in the flower sea, calling out the names of acquaintances, or embracing each other amidst the rain of flowers, recounting the events yet to come.
They failed, but "they" succeeded.
The sacrifice of this generation allowed the Cosmos to overcome a major crisis; although the future was not as beautiful as they had envisioned, at least there was a future.
In the sea of flowers, Yi Shan met an old friend who looked alike; they exchanged silent glances.
The atmosphere was awkward; both seemed to have endless words, but the moment they tried to speak, nothing came out.
