This state of being is excruciatingly painful, for he feels he should be angry, he should be panicked, even afraid!
But there's nothing at all. The hatred before his death was so deep, the memories of his two lives as a human were so profound, he could recall every scene of his life with precision, yet he just couldn't summon any emotion, as if he was an indifferent bystander.
This feeling is terrible, he wants to roar but doesn't know how to start, he wants to smash this world but is powerless to do so.
"Even after becoming an astral body, I'm still the same piece of trash!"
After a calm self-mocking comment, Tang Luo began a long silence, passively experiencing the "life" of an astral body.
He should be alive, because he can still think, he can still see, although this perspective is very fixed, even immobile.
