A dark place.
The sky here seems to be covered by endless black veils. Stars and moonlight are devoured by it, leaving only a silent darkness. The air is filled with the damp scent of earth, mixed with the smell of decaying ancient trees, and a trace of indescribable chill.
An old man with white hair is standing in front of a cold pool. Staring at a bone fish swimming slowly in the water, his eyes are full of endless nostalgia.
The bone fish's body contains only a faint wisp of black gas that darts around it. Its movement resembles suspended particles in water, showing no discernible pattern.
"Wenwen, Grandpa has failed again." The old man with white hair gazed blankly at the bone fish, seemingly talking to himself.
The old man watched the bone fish swim, bowing his head to observe its movements.
After a while.
The old man sighed again, his face showing traces of sorrow, "How can one reconstruct the Divine Soul."
