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The memory scenes that surfaced were so fragmented that Xu Yuan once thought he was having hallucinations again because his will-spirit had entered his brain.
He felt as if he were submerged at the bottom of a deep sea, surrounded by pitch darkness, with no light above and no abyss below, yet his body was warm, as if he were lying lazily on a beach, basking in the sun.
In this eerie silence, specks of starlight gradually appeared at the dark seabed.
They resembled a cluttered array of stars, as well as colorful, dazzling bubbles.
As those star-like, bubble-like objects continued to float upward, Xu Yuan finally made out what they looked like.
They were like fragments of memories, passing by Xu Yuan, drifting upwards from below.
Glancing around,
The countless bubbles still kept sweeping past his side, carrying images that flashed and played, like watching a selection of movie scenes.
There were literary plays, martial arts actions, and also lovemaking scenes.
Memories.
