Qin Ming jolted on the spot. Who could take this? From the deepest part of his subconscious, a faint voice seemed to be greeting him.
In the past, whenever he traced his memories, all he saw were scenes from his childhood. Now, however, it was as though someone were receiving a guest in real time and speaking with him. Had he developed a split personality?
Or was there an “evil root” hidden deep within his soul, with a monster dwelling inside it? In the mysterious subconscious region, Heavenly Light poured down from above. The dense fog slowly dispersed, and auspicious mists rose into the air.
The sight was magnificent. The golden palace stood majestically, as if bathing in the morning glow. Its roof tiles were covered in gilding; its jade walls rippled with a clear radiance; and its open vermilion doors were bathed in a hazy, auspicious light.
It was solemn and sacred. Qin Ming had jolted a moment ago, but now his scalp was tingling. Could it be that he possessed past-life wisdom?
He truly found this cruel reality difficult to accept. In his understanding, the past was all illusory. Only the present life was real.
He absolutely did not want to have anything to do with the past. Otherwise, he always felt as though he were being haunted by fierce ghosts from an ancient era. Qin Ming immediately filled himself with killing intent.