"What was this?"
Meng Chao's consciousness swam over curiously.
At the very bottom of the Ancient Dream Saintess's memory database, he discovered an enormous, dazzling "Balloon Jellyfish."
Compared to the dim, lightless memory cells around it,
this memory was both clear and profound, every last detail vividly present and etched into the bones.
Moreover, countless tentacle-like things grew from the surface of the "Balloon Jellyfish," connecting to the depths of the Ancient Dream Saintess's brain and continuously transmitting vast amounts of information into her soul.
"How was this possible?
"What was stored here should have been the Ancient Dream Saintess's fragmented, hazy memories from before she was four or five.
"No one could still remember everything that had happened before they were four or five years old with perfect clarity when they were in their teens or twenties."
Meng Chao condensed his subconscious and observed carefully.
He discovered that the surface of this memory cell was shrouded in a faint crimson glow.
It resembled flames blazing fiercely, fueled by blood.
Countless mysterious and intricate ripples, like runes, spread above the flames.
"This... wasn't the Ancient Dream Saintess's original memory!
"Someone had implanted this meticulously fabricated false memory deep inside the Ancient Dream Saintess's brain!"
Meng Chao's subconscious suddenly contracted.
He felt that he had found the key.
Without hesitation, Meng Chao immediately released a strand of Thought Tentacle as thin as a hair from his subconscious.
He let the tendril of his thoughts gently pierce into this fabricated memory.
This was a world without color.
Yet two hundred and fifty-six shades of black and white had precisely outlined a lifelike nightmare.
As Meng Chao delved into the nightmare, the first thing he heard was the incessant racket of ravens, their bellies growling with hunger.
What met his eyes were flocks