After successfully entering the river of Xu Yi's memories, Liao Chen had gained a new life.
The internet café he'd entered was, to him, the greatest treasure under heaven.
He spent his days hanging around the café, losing himself in the illusory worlds conjured up by one game after another, unable to pull himself away.
And on top of that, the alluring landlady, who always left him feeling flustered, would tease him. He lived a vibrant, worldly life he'd never known before, yet one that intoxicated him beyond measure.
Liao Chen couldn't have been more satisfied.
But he'd never imagined those wonderful days would be so short-lived. That foolish human brat was actually about to kick the bucket.
Whether Xu Yi lived or died, to be honest, Liao Chen didn't much care.
But if Xu Yi died, the world in which Liao Chen existed would collapse completely.
That was something Liao Chen absolutely could not tolerate.
Back then, when he'd entered Xu Yi's river of memories from within the Heavenly Demon Jade Wall, he'd told Xu Yi that once he left, he could never return.
He hadn't been bluffing.
Unless he had no other choice, he truly wouldn't come back.
He was merely a false life-form spawned from a memory.
Back when he'd entered Xu Yi's river of memories to curry favor with him and complete the Nine Revolutions Saint Creation Art, a technique of immense power, he'd already used up what little energy he had.
This time, he'd risked everything to return, nearly working himself to death.
His wonderful life had been disrupted, and he'd suffered a severe loss of vitality. Of course Liao Chen was in a foul mood.
After lecturing Xu Yi at length, he waved his hand, and countless treasures spilled onto the ground.
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