Adam flew past the thousands of white orbs in the mysterious white space, looking for one with memories.
These ones had a distinct appearance compared to the regular ones. They had faint traces of colors phasing in and out across its surface.
During the time that Adam had been bedridden, he had visited this mysterious space regularly and absorbed the fragments of souls here to heal his own.
At the time, he didn't dare absorb an orb that contained memories.
Doing so was a painful process. If he had done it when he was already so grievously injured, it was very likely that he would have succumbed to his death.
Now, however, it was time to absorb one that did have memories.
He flew past countless soul fragments, looking for one that he could absorb. Unlike the last few times, he didn't want to go through severe torture.
Moreover, this was all based on chance. He didn't know what memories the fragment would contain.
