When Xue Dili woke up from the dream again, he felt the lingering impact of someone else's memories...
He rubbed his temples, sitting dumbfounded on the bed, then looked out the window blankly like a physicist fascinated by black holes.
Am I really awake?
Just as he was about to move, those memories from someone else attacked him again — hundreds of pairs of white thighs and breasts, which then transformed into a ground of stitched body parts in the blink of an eye, becoming the materials for the Divine Descent Ceremony...
His head ached. Although Xue Dili had embraced many memories of others through dreams before, accepting this memory was incredibly difficult.
Perhaps it was because the memory was interlaced with madness amidst calmness and allure, or maybe it was pure curiosity, causing Xue Dili's CPU in the dream realm to be unable to process it.
However, he continued to look towards Faust, who was genteelly standing at the root of the Divine Tree.
