Wang Chen's eyes snapped open in surprise.
For a brief instant, his heartbeat quickened.
Then he forcefully calmed himself and shook his head.
Inside the Garden of Eternity, he was practically the Heavens themselves. The land, the laws, the cycle of life and death—all of it answered to his will. If he did not wish to be seen, then no being born within this realm should be able to detect him.
It had to be coincidence.
And indeed, it was.
The young soul's gaze only brushed past Wang Chen's concealed position before drifting elsewhere. The next moment, he began turning in circles like a headless chicken, his expression growing increasingly bewildered.
"Where is this place…? Hello? Anyone here...?"
His voice echoed strangely across the Nether Realm—not carried by air, but by will. Each word rippled faintly through the cold, shadowed expanse, only to be swallowed by silence.
The young man did not seem to realize the state of his body.
