In the cave sealed by layer upon layer of Formations, Mo Hua's face became incomparably cold and austere, ethereal, without a trace of humanity, as if he were a demon monster born of Heaven and Earth, chilling to behold.
This was, so far, the strongest backlash Mo Hua had ever faced.
And this time, the backlash also manifested an unexpected situation.
The Evil Qi was devouring his memories, erasing his humanity.
All the people, all the events of the past were gradually blurring, to the point that Mo Hua even began to doubt his own existence.
"Who… am I…"
"What is my name…"
"Am I really 'me'?"
"Has this whole life of mine been nothing but my illusion, and in truth I… never existed at all, and all the people I have seen, all the places I have been, all the things I have experienced, everything, everything, was all illusion, a dreamlike bubble that vanishes in an instant?"
"If all this is illusion, then what… am I?"
"What am I? Where am I now? What am I to do?"
"I want to…"
