Han Yu looked down at his new body again. His skin was flawless, youthful, and full of vitality, but it was... foreign. It felt like it was his, but not quite. Something about it felt detached, like a borrowed vessel.
His soul had been transferred into it, but was this body truly his? Or was it simply a vessel created by the technique?
As Han Yu stood there, his hands trembling slightly, the sense of being caught between two worlds washed over him. He wasn't fully alive in the way he once had been. He hadn't fully grasped the extent of what the Undying Life Charm had done.
His heart pounded as he wondered what he should do next. He felt a faint sense of dread creeping in. The vault, the treasures, the markings on the floor — what did it all mean?
Suddenly, a voice echoed in his mind, the same strange whisper that had spoken to him when the Undying Destiny Severance first activated. It was as if the technique itself was speaking to him, guiding him.
