"Whoosh... hiss, hiss..."
Lin Shisan's pupils abruptly contracted.
It was like a basin of ice water had been poured over his head, and like a long-absent flame had suddenly been kindled.
His mind buzzed. The page that had been blank was flooded with countless images in an instant.
Lion Peak Mountain, the Demon-Slaying Platform, the Eye of Rules, the gray-white pillar of light.
Feng Xian'er's heart-rending cries, Ye Xingchen's furious roars as he knelt on the ground, Gu Mengli's trembling back as she turned and left.
That hideous crack across the Nine-Phoenix Heart-Exterminating Mirror, the Fire Phoenix exploding into a skyful of fiery rain in the void, the look Little Nine had given him at the end.
Ning Jiuying's smug face, and that enormous black hole that had swallowed everything at the very end.
He remembered it all.
Lin Shisan's breathing grew rapid at that moment.
His chest heaved violently, veins bulged on his forehead, and his eyes turned bloodshot.
After more than three months without his memories, the warmth of the Little Black Cauldron had fully awakened them at this moment, when he had plunged into the underwater palace to save someone.
He carefully sensed the state inside his body.
His Dantian was still empty. That seal remained like a massive lock, firmly locking away all his spiritual power.
He tried to activate the Nine Heavens True Dragon Art, but only a faint power of blood and vitality flowed through his meridians. There was no trace of spiritual energy or spiritual power.
Although his cultivation remained sealed and he had no spiritual power to use, some things in his bones could not be sealed. His instincts remained.
Lin Shisan watched his hands slowly clench into fists, his knuckles cracking.
That pure power of blood and vitality surged freely through