After Hunquan's execution, the fog grew denser, and no more images appeared.
At the same time, the memory space began to teeter on the verge of collapse, looking as though it would soon scatter apart.
Angel gave this fog-shrouded "seabed" one last look, then turned and left this world that was about to fall apart.
Outside.
Angel opened his eyes.
Benbo had been watching Angel all along. The moment Angel opened his eyes, it floated straight before him. "How did it go?"
Having just emerged from the memory space, Angel was still somewhat dazed. Only after a moment did he slowly nod. "I saw Hunquan's memories."
"Really?" Delight burst into Benbo's eyes.
Angel said no more and directly summoned illusion nodes.
He used illusions to recreate every scene he had seen in the memory space.
Benbo suppressed its emotions and watched the scenes from the memories with a solemn expression.
Yet after watching for only a short while, it asked in confusion, "Why do the images feel so blurry? The sound is so faint too—I can't hear it clearly."
"That was how the images looked when I saw them." Angel shrugged and explained, "Most likely, the memories inside the face veil were too old and had already worn away."
"Even the intense emotions left within a relic can be worn away by the passage of time?" A flicker of thought passed through Benbo's eyes, as though it had realized something. "In that case, we'll need a different approach when selecting relics in the future."
Benbo did not dwell on it and continued watching.
It took roughly ten minutes for Benbo to finish Hunquan's residual memories.
Even before this, it had already known something of Hunquan's fate. It knew that Hunquan had gone from hero to prisoner overnight and had been