"Could you be that mysterious memory sealed within my mind?" Uchiha Shin asked again.
It could no longer be called merely a memory. It should have been some powerful entity, existing in his mind like a memory. Now that it had been unlocked, it was as though it had been reborn.
It was not his memory, but an existence of its own.
"I can no longer answer your questions. It is time for me to rest. Until we meet again." After saying this, the voice vanished.
Uchiha Shin probed his mind, sending his consciousness deep within to inspect those memories. The memories there were still under a powerful seal, surrounded layer upon layer by black mist.
"This memory is still sealed, so what was that voice just now? Didn't it come from this memory?" Uchiha Shin frowned.
Since the other party had already been able to speak, the seal should have long since been lifted. Even if it had not been fully removed, much of it should have been undone. Yet now, it had not changed in the slightest.
Uchiha Shin sat to one side and pondered the matter, utterly unable to understand why things had turned out this way.
After thinking for a while, his head began to ache—not because of the memory in his mind, but because he was so frustrated.
Why was it like this?
Who had that person been? Was he truly the one who had brought him to the Three Realms?
Judging from what that person had said just now, Uchiha Shin felt that the possibility was very high. But he could not jump to conclusions yet. He still needed to observe and investigate further.
He made another two rounds through the bamboo grove, but still found no clues.
"Mystic Spirit King, why are you