Sometimes, hate can be remembered longer and more deeply than love. Gao Ming will never forget the critical moment when Hanhai was about to be rebuilt, and Dreams interfered, almost ruining everything.
He occupied the five shrines of Dreams, and Dreams also wanted to be reborn through him. It was destined that one of them must perish utterly.
Once one is completely forgotten, the other will gain everything from the other.
The aura of that seed was simulated by the Dream Mark, woven into threads that descended into the Blood Sea. The moment it touched the surface, ghostly faces like malformed fish lunged to bite, their mouths open, hate turning into sharp fangs, filled with resentment.
"Are you forcing your way back to life... forcibly coming back?" Number Two gave up communicating with Gao Ming and watched with trepidation through Bai Xiao's vision as a massive shadow beneath the Blood Sea's surface—no one knew what it was.
