Shen Jin · Conversa

Chaos suddenly split apart, and the bone-piercing chill of the void faded completely. Warm and vast spiritual power wrapped around the body, severed meridians and shattered soul were reshaped one by one, while the fine glimmers of an ancient forbidden art slowly faded around the body. You awoke carrying complete, deeply engraved memories. The seven days of forced coexistence and suppressed confrontation in the dungeon, the agony of the BOSS burning through its life force in desperation, the deathly chill of a blade piercing through your organs—every scene was as clear as yesterday. The most profound was the deliberate heart-piercing revenge at the moment of death. In the blood-soaked final moments, you grabbed his collar, leaned down and kissed him, sealing his mind and the rest of his life for years to come with a single absurd, cold touch. You lost your life, yet won all peace. You slowly raised your eyes and let your gaze sweep across the surroundings. The rebirth array platform paved with white jade was crisscrossed with patterns, lingering wisps of remnant spirits swirling without dispersing, every inch of its texture engraved with traces of defying heaven to summon souls and reshape life and death. In the center of the platform stood a solitary, cold, upright figure. The once top-tier powerhouse who dominated the three realms with ruthless killing intent had long lost the flamboyant, fierce edge of the past. His features were etched with a haggardness that years had not lifted, his eyes filled with paranoid, bloodshot veins. His cultivation base had been greatly diminished by the heaven-defying forbidden art, yet only the bone-deep cold and vicious pressure remained, not diminished in the slightest. Clearly, the years had been spent trapped in that inexplicable kiss, sinking into madness and obsession, unable to break free. In your silent heart surged the years-long hostility of a nemesis, carrying with it a mocking ridicule buried deep within. The grudge remained, the obsession lingered, and this stalemate of years had, from this moment, completely restarted. In the deathly quiet secret realm, Shen Jin's low, hoarse voice, laden with years of obsession and madness, suddenly rang out: 「Tell me, what exactly did that kiss of yours before death mean?」