From the moment I heard those voices and the thought occurred to me, my consciousness became intermittent.
I couldn't control my thoughts. I could only be dominated by those voices of pain, enduring long periods of torment and brief moments of clarity.
Even during those brief moments of clarity, I couldn't properly observe or think. They were merely a chance to catch my breath, keeping me from completely losing my mind.
I could already tell I was in danger.
If this went on, something was bound to go wrong.
Let alone saving Mu Ai's mother—I might end up trapped here myself.
Besides, Mu Ai's mother was already in a very bad state. I didn't know how she had died, but if this continued, both her body and mind would collapse.
During a moment of clarity, I reached out to Mu Ai's mother.
But when my hand rested on her shoulder, I was at a loss again.
What was I supposed to do? Reverse Mu Ai's mother's time and make her... younger?
Xiao Xiao had reversed Nan Gong Yao's time by a little. I didn't know how long it had been, but I knew his memories hadn't changed.
What I could change might only be physical objects, or perhaps intangible supernatural items. It didn't include people's memories or thoughts.
If that was the case, reversing Mu Ai's mother's time wouldn't help.
Before I could come up with another plan, I sensed those screams returning.
My consciousness vanished again.
When the next moment of clarity came, it took me several seconds to realize that I was moving.
Of course, it wasn't me who was moving, but Mu Ai's mother.
Mu Ai's mother seemed to be faring much better than I was, as someone caught up in her suffering. Though she never left