Sin City!
Jietisikoki!
Old History of Human Violence!
As these blood-drenched, agonizing scenes once more flooded back into his mind, Ye Chen's brow instantly twisted into savage creases, while rage and grief intertwined, becoming countless bloodshot veins spreading across his pupils.
He saw himself being toyed with in the Butcher's palm.
He saw himself being killed again and again, only to revive again and again.
He saw himself swaying amid humanity's endless history of sin, clutching his head as he crawled on the ground and moaned in agony, until he finally lost his mind, fell into the Abyss, and turned around to slaughter the refugees of Sin City.
He saw himself clad in blazing crimson fire, fighting the Butcher through the wails of countless dead souls until heaven and earth collapsed—dying madly, reviving madly, killing madly.
He saw himself break through the Sixth Dream at the end of that hopeless deathtrap, first dragging the Butcher beneath the inescapable incineration of the Blood Sun, then luring the Butcher into death within the bedrock of his own mind.
Without question, this had been the longest, most arduous, and most agonizing battle between life and death that Ye Chen had ever experienced!
It had also been the source of the fundamental upheaval in the beliefs he had always held beyond doubt!
Although that ultimate deathmatch without a glimpse of daylight had ultimately ended in Ye Chen's complete victory, it was still enough to become a heavy memory in his heart, as painful and tormenting as a nightmare!
Once Ye Chen had finished revisiting his final battle with a heavy heart, no more ripples emerged across the dark crimson sea.
In their place, the entire dark crimson sea transformed before Ye Chen's eyes into an enormous mirror.
Reflected upon its surface was the young