Shadow of the Past

"Destroy those damned Spirit Puppets! Give us back our Spirit Stones!"

"Those damned Spirit Puppets never should have existed in this world!"

"Cutting off a man's wealth is like killing his parents or stealing his wife. Regardless of cost, kill!"

Countless voices—some loud, some soft, some seeming near, some far, chaotically intertwined—echoed beside Lin Chen's ear. At last, as though they had reached some critical threshold, every voice at this moment pierced straight through his mind, wrenching him awake from a dream that felt like falling into an abyss.

Very soon, the bizarre dreamscape filled with whispers rapidly shattered apart. As he slept, Lin Chen felt an intense throbbing pain in his head, as if someone had savagely swung a club into it.

No—it was more like someone was hammering his head again and again with an iron mallet!

Of course, for someone who had once cut open his own heart to refine pills, this was hardly unbearable.

But strangely, his consciousness and senses seemed separated from the outside world by a pane of glass. He could not reach out to it, and even controlling his body was somewhat difficult.

After an unknown amount of time, the pain slowly subsided. Sound, touch, smell... every sensation apart from pain gradually surged back.

After regaining his senses, he slowly opened his eyes. As far as he could see was sunlight, while countless noisy sounds came from his ears. They were so clamorous that he could not make them out clearly.

Where is this...?

After entering that boundless darkness, Lin Chen had completely lost consciousness. When he awoke again, he was already here.

Wave after wave of pain allowed Lin Chen to gather specks of illusory strength. Finally, in one burst of effort, he arched his back and opened his eyes, thoroughly breaking