A deluge of memories suddenly emerged from his mind, just like those people in the movies who had altered the timeline, and in an instant, they received the memories of that timeline.
The chaotic memories in his brain began to unfold, one by one, and all the puzzles seemed about to be solved.
His eyes were bloodshot, like an insomniac who hadn't slept for a long time, yet could never fall asleep.
His breathing became more and more rapid; he could still hear Tang Feiji's voice, but now he couldn't make out the sounds of his surroundings.
It was as if a script was forcibly being imprinted into his sea of consciousness, page by page.
Deep in his mind, the dialogue of those people became clearer and clearer.
"The appointed time is almost here."
The man's voice was a suppressed calm, one could feel the underlying anxiety in his tone,
"There's only the final month left, by all means, we must reach a consensus within this month."
