With the Boundless Wind City Lord's soul essence floating before him, Davis narrowed his eyes.
His soul force surged like an unseen tide, tendrils of life diving into the shimmering fragment of consciousness. Images, thoughts, and emotions unfolded within his mind, a chaotic cascade of memories unraveling within him.
Like any time, Davis didn't like peeping into others' memories. It more or less contained uncomfortable scenarios. He was sick of them. Nonetheless, he clenched his teeth and went through it.
The first wave was pure noise—irrelevant flashes of family banquets, mundane city administration, and personal indulgences. A lot of… personal indulgences. There were too many, as the Boundless Wind City Lord seemed to have lived for three hundred thousand years. He was fairly young, considering he was a Level Three Autarch.
But in the realm of supreme geniuses, that was pretty old.
