The fragmented weapon in his palm spun slowly. For some reason, a shard of information did not dissipate as it had before, but instead branded itself deeply into his mind. It seemed to stir that sealed dream as well, and an indescribable tremor surged in his heart.
"Army Commander?"
Chu Mu murmured softly, his eyes clouding with a hint of daze.
At that moment, the intense hatred and agitation in the depths of his heart clearly proved how much the strange life he had lived in that dream loathed those three words.
What kind of life had he experienced in that dream? What intricate connection did that dream life have with the Spiritual Treasure Graveyard before him? Why would spiritual treasures harbor hatred?
Why did it make him feel it as though it were his own? And besides, they had entered this so-called Deep Illusory Realm, this Spiritual Treasure Graveyard, together. Where was the Metal Giant?
Chu Mu tried to find the answers, yet for some reason, he inexplicably calmed down.
He stepped forward, following the guidance in the unseen, and one shattered spiritual treasure after another fused with him.
At some unknown point, the unseen guidance seemed to have finally reached a threshold, shattering some sort of balance.
When Chu Mu looked once more upon the Spiritual Treasure Graveyard before him, a trace of understanding seemed to dawn in his eyes.
The Spiritual Treasure Graveyard did not merely bury lifeless spiritual treasures. It also buried countless remnant souls and lingering obsessions.
He looked into the distance. Endless shattered spiritual treasures collided, revealing nothing but stubborn obsession and madness. Every broken spiritual treasure resembled an illusory figure—human or Foreign Race—and without exception, all were utterly deranged...
A group of lingering obsessions that should have been buried by time had instead