The pure white stream of Fortune light was still slowly fading. Once the connection was complete, Huo Yuhao was not the only one drawn into memories. The Three-Eyed Golden Lion was pulled into a river of memories that flowed like images before her eyes.
Scenes from Huo Yuhao's life spread through the Auspicious Beast's mind like flowing panes of glazed glass.
First came the cold treatment and torment at the White Tiger Duke's Mansion: enduring life under another's roof, his stepmother's cruelty, his father's indifference. Every scene of the boy cautiously struggling to survive in the cracks of the Duke's Mansion was painfully clear.
Then he left the Duke's Mansion, hunted for a Soul Ring, and joined Shrek. He hacked through thorns and brambles, leaving his own footprints across Douluo Continent. Every laugh, every hurt, every act of perseverance flooded into the Three-Eyed Golden Lion's mind at once.
The images abruptly shifted. The setting lost every familiar trace of Douluo Continent.
This was an utterly unfamiliar modern world, crowded with skyscrapers and streaming neon lights. There were no Soul Masters, no Soul Beasts—only a life that had followed a completely different path.
The boy in those images earned unremarkable grades in his academic subjects and chose to study art. Bent over his drawing board and paints, he worked day and night toward his goal.
A girl was always at his side. She was both a chance encounter and a childhood sweetheart. They supported each other and dreamed of the future they would share.
But fate was merciless. The scene finally froze before a cold hospital bed, where the girl's life was slowly slipping away.
The young man beside the bed hunched over. The light in his eyes went out bit by bit, and silence, loneliness, and boundless desolation swallowed him