Pain like a surging dark tide swept through Wang Xian's entire body in an instant.
Wang Xian curled up on the ground, his body convulsing violently beyond his control. His ten fingers dug deeply into the floor, blood seeping from between them and mixing with the dirt.
Every inch of his skin felt as though countless steel needles were piercing it at once. His bones made teeth-gritting cracking sounds within his body, as if they would shatter inch by inch the next moment.
His consciousness teetered under the onslaught of pain. Before his eyes flashed scenes from the brutal battle in the world within the deep Space Rift—the Dragon-Phoenix Colossus's gaping maw, his own resolve as he burned his origin, and Night Ancestor's blurred figure before he finally faded away?
Yet the pain came quickly and left just as quickly.
Only a few minutes had passed, yet it felt as though he had endured several long centuries.
Wang Xian, who had been struggling on the ground, suddenly stopped moving. His face, once twisted in agony, gradually returned to calm.
Then Wang Xian suddenly sat up. An unhealthy flush appeared on his pale face, and the corners of his mouth slowly curved upward into a meaningful smile. "Night Ancestor, you old man really have surprised me!"
That smile contained both the relief of surviving a catastrophe and the clarity of someone who had seen through everything.
At this moment, Wang Xian had completely recovered his memories.
More precisely, the consciousness of Wang Xian, who had been slain by the Dragon-Phoenix Colossus in the world within the deep Space Rift, had been reborn in this young body when Blue Star's Datafication had just begun.
His past combat experiences, countless schemes and struggles, battles against Void Creatures, and entanglements with Night Ancestor and