"Reach out to it. Merge with it."
Listening to the Spirit King, Ye Lin sank into deep thought.
Perhaps he had been wrong from the very beginning. He should not have resisted these memory fragments.
Rather than resisting, he should have found every way to comprehend them, to make everything within them—the memories recorded within them—entirely his own.
Perhaps that was the truly correct path.
"Correct. This is the only path you need to take now."
"The more you resist, the more it will cling to you like a maggot gnawing at the bone, tormenting you until you wish you were dead."
"My place is very safe. Perhaps you can try following my method."
The Spirit King gave Ye Lin a long, deep look, then turned and left.
If Ye Lin truly succeeded, perhaps he would gain an unexpected harvest.
If Ye Lin failed, then they could only resort to the stupidest method.
That was to let time wear it away.
So long as enough time passed, he would gradually become immune to these memories.
But as for how much time that would consume, even he could not guarantee it.
Watching the Spirit King leave, Ye Lin once more sat cross-legged where he was.
At that moment, he slowly closed his eyes.
No resistance. He would face these scenes and completely make them his own.
Even unfamiliar memories could become his memories.
Ye Lin could treat every scene as a journey.
The first scene appeared.
Ye Lin's consciousness completely entered an unfamiliar place.
It was a land drenched in blood.
"I, Ye Xiu, shall suppress every enemy in this world—the enemies upon the earth, the enemies in the heavens, the enemies beyond the heavens. I, Ye Xiu, shall cut them all down with a single sword."
A figure clad in