Bullshit!
I'm a believer in Deception. Since when did I need to respect Memory?
Has any memory in this world ever jumped out on its own while waiting? Didn't they all have to be excavated?
Even the vice president of the History School thinks this way. How are you supposed to improve?
Cheng Shi frowned. Clearly, he didn't want to stop here, but how was he supposed to continue this unfinished dream? Would praying to Him work?
Cheng Shi began muttering under his breath. After several murmurs produced no response, he could only settle his mind and continue thinking of more practical methods. Soon, he remembered that he still had a memory item in his possession—the Memory Sea Insight, which looked remarkably similar to the courtroom gavel.
He didn't know whether this item could continue enlightening him within a dream of memory, but using a memory item that looked like an Order item here—wasn't that itself a form of Destiny's guidance?
He had to try.
Cheng Shi pulled out the little hammer and struck the Fine Iron Arrowhead in his hand.
Just as Sun Miao turned to look at Cheng Shi, puzzled by his inexplicable actions, Cheng Shi vanished!
More precisely, his consciousness vanished. Just like the two rulers of the Grand Inquisition, he lowered his head, lost all strength, and toppled over into this dream belonging to Order.
"This is... the Land of Depravity?"
An exclamation rang out, slowly bringing Cheng Shi back to consciousness. When he opened his eyes, he found himself standing beside Lidyaala, while on the other side of the Grand Investigator stood none other than the Chief Judge, Kainlaur.
Yet Cheng Shi was still like an observer in a dream. The other two had not noticed his presence.
Kainlaur nodded and led the way