Pei Ye was taken aback. "You saw it while unconscious?"
"Yes, young hero Pei." Purple Bamboo drew a deep breath. "I don't know whether I was awake, or whether it was a hazy glimpse of the truth when my eyelids happened to open, or a jumbled dream in my unconsciousness."
Purple Bamboo felt himself being thrown onto the ground.
Even in the darkness, he vaguely sensed that he was not alone. He had probably taken the place of that black-robed man in the fate originally meant for him.
The power welling up from his abdomen was repairing his grievous injuries, but that was by no means a quick process. He had never been hurt so badly. His consciousness was buried in thick darkness, and that darkness was not quiet. It churned and roiled ceaselessly, with dazzling, hallucinatory flecks flashing through it from time to time.
He had no idea how long this stupor lasted. He did not know whether what flowed through his mind was uncontrolled consciousness or confused dreams. He only dimly felt a swaying-someone seemed to be moving him.
Then it seemed to stop, and he began to sense a deep, distant silence.
A faint layer of dark blue seemed to envelop his dreams. Through the haze, a strange, rasping female voice threaded its way inside, as though burrowing deep from his ear straight into his heart. Purple Bamboo began to feel a terrifying suffocation. He could not move. He felt like a fish dying out of water. His heart and lungs, his brain, his consciousness-some part of him was about to explode.
He felt himself struggling to reach toward that voice. Then, some part of his body stirred by that fierce desire, an image suddenly appeared in his consciousness.
He did not know whether he saw it