Time became delirious, thus causing such chaos in changing names, confusing past and present lives.
Xu Xiaoshou rose from the hospital bed, his body still covered by a quilt, though he felt no warmth at all.
He was not fixated on the "name" of this hospital room, noticing that he still held a golden bead in his hand, this object had accompanied him here.
"Source of spacetime..."
Apart from this item, although the Three Swords were not visible in the room, there was the red interface of the Passive System, floating right in front of him overhead.
Not inside the brain, but outside, just hovering in mid-air!
And the third object, also the final one, a phantom wooden door placed on the bedside table.
"Wooden door!"
Xu Xiaoshou had too deep an impression of this thing.
