Silently Entering Dreams with the Wind

A headache was a headache, a nightmare was a nightmare, but the dream did not stop. It was as if it deliberately wanted her to remember a little more, recall a little more.

Yet strangely, the memories were disjointed. Even the outcome of that battle was never shown before the next scene revealed that she herself had been wounded.

Li Wuxian desperately wanted to know how that battle had ended. It was the most natural curiosity of human nature, so she tried to think back.

Little did she know that this recollection was precisely the problem. The more she remembered, the more she was awakening the consciousness of her past life. It was tantamount to actively summoning the revival of her past-life memories.

It was as though some masterful scheme had deliberately left behind the most curiosity-provoking break. This was not the Heavenly Emperor's arrangement; her arrangements could not reach such specific details. Rather, it was a shared trait of the vast majority of reincarnated memories.

The awakening of a past life slowly took shape through such piece-by-piece active summons.

Li Wuxian had in fact studied the patterns of reincarnation and should have guarded against this, yet at this moment, she still instinctively tried to recall it.

During the last nightmare, she had not remembered much. Or rather, she had remembered, but forgotten it after waking.

This time was clearer. She could distinguish the information that surfaced in her recollections... Strangely, it was neither the pain and anger of being injured nor the excitement and relief of defeating an opponent, but a feeling of sorrow.

"Perhaps neither you nor I can represent what is right... Or perhaps, at different points in time, there are different forms of right. Yet neither of us can prove it; neither of us can see