Amid Qianji's miserable scream, the pain that rose this time lasted for only that brief instant before vanishing at astonishing speed.
Immediately afterward, countless thoughts and images swept continuously through Qianji's consciousness and before his eyes like scenes unrolling from a painted scroll. After that scream, he remained half-kneeling there in a daze...
This time, Qianji still had no idea how much time had passed. Only when he once again looked around blankly did his body suddenly tilt, and he collapsed onto the ground.
His voice had finally returned to normal. After the cave abode had lain silent for so long, his voice carried out once more, but this time it had become a weak, listless mutter.
"Old me is dead. Master Mosquito is already dead, dead..."
After those vast memories flooded his sea of consciousness, Qianji saw far too much of his own past within those memories and images.
The final image, however, froze on the moment when he suddenly spread his wings sideways and blocked himself in front of Zi Kun. After that, there was no afterward, no further images at all!
"Can't even block this, and you still need Master Mosquito to save you!"
Within that image, Qianji remembered only that, once he had finished saying those words, searing pain spread across his entire body. Then... then there were no more memories after that.
Looking again at his current state, Qianji knew he should already be dead. But... where was this? Did he not still have a soul body?
Yet barely more than ten breaths later, Qianji suddenly rallied again. So long as his soul body remained, then he should not have completely died!
He immediately soared into the air and began inspecting the place. The first thing he saw was the cave abode's gate. He wanted