My consciousness didn't sink into darkness. I was still awake, still aware, but I couldn't feel my body.
There was no pain, no sensation at all. Even my mind seemed to have entered a subtle state of silence.
Almost instinctively, I began thinking about what I had just seen.
The Ghost King in the little shop's kitchen had changed from that disgusting new thing into an old man, and I had seen the old man's past—the ancient-costumed ghost and Liu Che.
I sorted through those jumbled images one by one. It wasn't hard to see that they were almost like two different lives belonging to the same person.
What was the same was that the old man had lived through that astonishing battle and come into contact with the consciousness of the ancient-costumed ghost and Liu Che.
I quickly found a point of comparison for that strange sensation: the consciousness of the Heavenly Lord in the future world. When its gaze swept over me, I'd felt almost the same thing.
But compared with that sensation, this experience had been more "rich."
I had sensed two auras. One belonged to the Heavenly Lord in the future world. It went without saying who the other aura, one capable of standing against it, belonged to.
I felt confused, and a shuddering sensation I couldn't ignore.
It seemed I had truly come into contact with that taboo this time. And I hadn't reached out to it myself. They had deliberately shown me these things.
No—not they. It.
I immediately thought of what had happened to me in Morris Town. That had been the first time I'd witnessed history change with my own eyes. What had once been fact became a story known only to me. Even the people whose lives had been forcibly altered