Fang Yu immediately did as Xie Daoyun had instructed, grasping the memory fragment.
He sat cross-legged, embracing his origin and guarding it.
Instantly, a piercing cold sensation came from the fragment—
"What kind of material is this fragment made of... Oh my—"
The cold sensation spread swiftly from the palm to the brain.
The scenes before his eyes began to blur.
War horses galloping.
Flashes of blades and shadows of swords.
Rivers of blood.
Piles of bones.
One scene after another swept over, emerging in his mind. Like floodwaters and fierce beasts, they assaulted his head.
Fang Yu felt his head swell with pain, excruciatingly unbearable.
Even within this ice cavern, he still sweated.
Seeing this scene, Xie Daoyun secretly clicked her tongue: "I didn't expect the Dragon Emperor's Supreme Yang Qi to be so powerful."
Around Fang Yu, the ice within a few dozen centimeters gradually melted.
