This bout of unconsciousness was unlike the usual closing and opening of eyes where an entire night would pass.
Huai Shi felt as though he had truly fallen asleep.
He was immersed in a pain that felt like the splitting of his Source Substance...
The pain from the Penalty for Oath Breaking still lingered in his physical shell. Even amidst countless fragmented dreams, it remained crystal clear, shattering his coherent consciousness, like a piece of iron being struck by an Iron Hammer on an anvil.
He was being remolded by the flames of agony, a process to ensure that this sharp tool—himself—could continue to fulfill its mission.
But for Huai Shi, it was an inescapable torture.
Every moment, his consciousness endured the torment of pain until, finally, in a dazed state, he forgot who he was, lost in those scattered fragments of memory.
In the end, he could only hear countless solemn voices echoing in the darkness.
