The Stone of Truth

To gather as much useful intelligence as possible, Ye Chen continued questioning Ding Moluo:

"If what you just said is true—that the condition for opening the 'Spirit Realm' is remembering memories from a past life—then how exactly am I supposed to remember them? If I want to gain control over it, am I supposed to just keep waiting until those memories awaken on their own?"

Rubbing his chin, Ding Moluo replied at an unhurried pace:

"Well, under normal circumstances, everyone has to wait obediently. For those who were powerful in their past lives, it's only a matter of time before the 'Spirit Realm' arrives—what people call water naturally flowing into its channel. But for those who were too weak in their past lives to even qualify to remember anything, waiting a lifetime would be fucking useless."

"I don't know how things are with your Apex Hunters, but those Master Hunters—like that red-haired woman from before—definitely waited for their 'Spirit Realm' to come gradually."

"After all, she looked very 'normal.'"

Ye Chen's expression shifted slightly.

"Normal circumstances? Normal? Is there some abnormal shortcut, then?"

As though he had expected exactly this reaction from Ye Chen, Ding Moluo's lips curled high, carrying a thick note of mockery.

"Of course there is~"

"As long as you receive sufficiently intense mental stimulation, you can greatly speed up the waiting process."

"Whether you're a genius or a mediocrity, the outcome will be revealed immediately under that stimulation~"

Upon hearing Ding Moluo's answer, Ye Chen's eyes widened as something that matched it instantly came to mind.

At the same time, Ding Moluo flicked his arm and drew a curved dagger from the spatial bracelet around his wrist.

Its blade was sharply angular, forged from a large chunk of crystal. The crystal's surface glimmered with an eerie,