A strange scene unfolded before Zhou Yuanjue.
He seemed to be floating in the air, watching the earth from a godlike, third-person perspective.
He could clearly see two bodies lying on the sand-covered ground. One of them seemed both strange and familiar.
That body was his own.
At that moment, his body had been stripped of its will. All signs of life had ceased, and his blood was slowly growing cold.
Never before had he "seen" himself so clearly.
His appearance, his physique, his skin, his pores, his muscles, his organs, his blood vessels...
Everything was so familiar, yet so utterly foreign.
It was an unprecedented experience.
As the ancient saying goes, you cannot know the true face of the mountain while you stand upon it.
Often, you are the one who understands yourself the least.
This was a perfect example of a single leaf blocking one's view, or the shadow lurking beneath the lamp.
Only by escaping the body's shackles and shedding the ego could one truly know oneself.
