The gray airflow shattered into fragments. A veil of gloom settled over Huo Yuhao's Sea of Consciousness. His Spirit Eyes lost their luster, seeming to reflect corpses and bones.
Golden patterns rapidly faded away, and the Light of the Butterfly Goddess vanished in an instant.
Wave after wave of dizziness swept over Wang Dong, who seemed to have fallen into an illusion. A handsome man with long blue-and-gold hair, a beautiful woman with a scorpion braid, an Azure Python, a Titan Giant Ape, towering palaces...
Strange scenes and familiar ones tore through time and space. Visions, memories—Wang Dong could no longer tell them apart.
What was real, and what was an illusion?
Wang Dong had never told Bai Cai that she had lost her memories of the past. She had forgotten her parents' faces and voices, and even their names.
The world spun around her. Her head swam, and her azure butterfly wings were weak and powerless. Wang Dong fell to the ground, staggering as she searched for something.
First-year students rumored that Wang Dong not only dressed like a boy, but also went for both sexes. Since enrolling, she had supposedly gotten involved with at least a dozen girls.
Of course, the rumors hadn't come from nowhere. Wang Dong enjoyed the heady pleasure of intimate relationships with girls her age. Sweet nothings and girls who were soft and fragrant could fill the fragile emptiness in her heart.
Playing at being a couple, putting on an act—Wang Dong had never given her heart to anyone. She had only enjoyed the girls' tenderness and thoughtfulness. Once the heat of the early days died down, she quickly grew tired of any girl who no longer held value as a companion, and would find some excuse to dump her.
But right now, she