His divine soul, upon seeing that Celestial Sword, was inundated with countless memories that did not belong to him. Those memories were etched into his bones, and almost instantly, he lost himself.
And at the end of his last glimpse was a terrifying gray sun over the boundless wilderness...
That sun slowly approached him.
'What is that monster?'
The final thought burned into his mind, but he could no longer see what followed.
He was already completely mad.
...
"Huff..."
"Huff..."
Sounds of panting echoed in the crystal house at the bottom of the dark lake.
The young man sat on the ground, leaning against a dark, collapsed bookshelf, suddenly furrowing his brow and murmuring.
"Who am I?"
"Who... exactly am I?"
After a long time...
He opened his eyes, and his confused gaze regained clarity: "I am Song Yan."
He tilted his head back, the corners of his mouth curling into a sinister yet joyful grin, revealing his stark white teeth.
