"Wake up!!"
Lin Heng let out one final roar, and the entire network of underground roots seemed to stop turning.
The vines that had been wrapped around him silently withdrew.
Then, the tentacle-like vines voluntarily parted to either side, revealing a passage leading deep underground.
With his hands clasped behind his back, Lin Heng slowly made his way down.
So he had guessed right. The person nurtured by this Eternal Mulberry was Literary Emperor, and his thoughts had already been replaced by Literary Emperor's.
What an ancient and mysterious species.
Come to think of it, wasn't the Essence-Gathering Vine much the same, devouring people by this method and turning them into its puppets?
Worthy indeed of being a Primordial Spirit Wood.
Before long, Lin Heng reached the earth core at the deepest point of the ley lines.
At that moment, Little Yuan had been completely wrapped up, like a Venus flytrap swallowing its prey.
Lin Heng glanced at him but paid him no mind, walking straight over to the cocoon-like box wrapped in dense vines.
Within it was the outline of a person, presumably a vessel carrying some kind of memory.
"Who exactly are you?" A somewhat childish voice came from within.
"My name is Lin Heng. Lin as in forest, Heng as in eternal."
"Lin Heng? Never heard of someone from the later generations..."
Lin Heng paused. "You even know of later generations? Then do you know who you are now?"
The childish voice carried a trace of disdain. "Of course I am myself. I am Jiang Zhao!"
"Then do you know that you're already dead?"
"I know. Of course I know. That's why I'm so confused about what sort of existence I am now. Someone revived me—am I still truly myself?"
The voice fell into thought. Lin Heng