6kv Chapter 2908 Scattered Memories and an Indelible Mark
Chapter 2908 Scattered Memories and an Indelible Mark
Chapter 2908 Scattered Memories and an Indelible Mark
Many elderly people have this problem: when they recall their childhood, they always feel like they are still children, and they still say childish things.
This is the consequence of being unable to properly organize one's memories.
The spatiotemporal misalignment of cognition.
Sun Fuling frowned: "It's probably because the goddess of illusion has limitations in her magic, and even the Great Square Pot can't perfectly modify it."
The Earth Mother was puzzled: "Didn't the heroic spirits of Panlong City also return to reality carrying their memories? How come you are all unharmed?"
“The soul and memories are different after all. Memories stored in the soul are naturally complete and orderly.” Sun Fuling shook her head. “Besides, who told you they’re really alright?”
"what?"
"They both possess two sets of memories of Panlong City. For them, both memories are real. Some overlap, while others need to be overwritten. Problems are inevitable in the future, but it's not apparent yet." The resurrection of the dead is against the will of Heaven; how could it not have side effects?
Sun Fuling gently pressed on the back of He Lingchuan's neck to help him relax: "For him, this is the price he has to pay for fighting against the Seven Immortals and Demons and protecting the Great Pot."
Having withstood the onslaught of seven immortals and demons, how could he possibly be completely unharmed and recover as if nothing had happened?
The fact that Dafanghu was able to bring him back already shows that it used extraordinary power.
“A person who has truly died once is bound to be different from before,” Sun Fuling said quietly. “A part of our soul remains forever in the Netherworld.”
"Then..." Mother Earth pointed at He Lingchuan, "Will he get better?"
Memory shapes personality. If memories are disordered, personality is likely to be disordered as well.
He Lingchuan closed his eyes, his face pale, but he said one sentence:
“I am He Lingchuan, I remember.”
Amidst a myriad of thoughts, only this one realization shines brightly, like a star in the night.
Sun Fuling gently grasped his hand, and He Lingchuan grasped it back, both feeling the warmth of the other's palm.
“Yes, as long as you grasp this point, all your memories will gradually come together!” Sun Fuling said gently, “It just takes a little more time.”
He is He Lingchuan, a man who killed several powerful immortals and demons in two major battles!
His strength lies not only externally, but also internally.
She then asked him, "Do you still remember your goals?"
This time, He Lingchuan didn't hesitate for even a second:
"Heavenly Demon! Banish the Heavenly Demon!"
These words were deeply ingrained in his memory, permeating his entire consciousness. Even though his mind was still in a state of confusion, he could still blurt out this goal.
It's like an indelible mark.
“If it were to copy someone else’s memories, the Dream Cocoon would not make a mistake,” Sun Fuling pondered. “But you have experienced too much in your life, and your memories are vast and complex. It would be good enough if a mere Dream Cocoon could record them all, but to arrange them in perfect order, I’m afraid it would be beyond its capabilities.”
Others could live twenty lifetimes and still not match the rich experiences he has accumulated in these thirty or forty years.
It must be quite a challenge for the Dream Cocoon to replicate such a vast amount of memories.
She gazed at He Lingchuan: "You believe me, right?"
He Lingchuan nodded. Right now, all he needed to do was listen to his inner voice, and that was beyond question.
“Then relax and don’t worry.” She gently stroked his face. “I will stay with you and guide you until you can correctly recall all the past events.”
Until he regains his identity and his power!
He Lingchuan subconsciously raised his hand and grasped her fingertips, a gesture he seemed to have done a thousand times, it was so smooth.
He heard her say, "No rush, take your time, I'll take care of everything!"
Her voice possessed a powerful magic, a force that naturally convinced him. His mood immediately relaxed.
Although I am still confused, I feel much more at ease, and the excruciating pain in my head has eased somewhat.
It was as if a fragment flashed through his mind, and then he blurted out, "Wait a minute, isn't this a secret realm?"
“No,” Sun Fuling reminded him, “Have you forgotten? Your secret realm is shattered.”
He Lingchuan's heart skipped a beat, and he felt inexplicably nervous: "This isn't the Panlong World either?"
He seemed to be waiting for an answer, a perfect answer that he had once given everything to obtain.
“No,” Sun Fuling replied patiently. “The mission of Panlong World has ended.”
Sure enough, his understanding of time and space was somewhat flawed.
“So this is…” He Lingchuan stared intently at General Hong.
"This is reality, and this is the world you belong in. Welcome back."
"Why do I feel like I'm just one breath away from being dead?" He Lingchuan knew that his current physical condition was definitely not normal.
"You died in the last great battle, your body and soul both weakened."
He Lingchuan touched his nose: "Why am I so unlucky?"
"You'll get used to it," Sun Fuling said with a smile. "Although you've rekindled your life force with the help of the Great Pot, your body is still riddled with holes. Perfect, let's heal both your body and soul together."
Just as she was about to get up, He Lingchuan suddenly said, "Wait a moment."
Sun Fuling paused.
But He Lingchuan froze after saying that.
What was he planning to do?
Sun Fuling didn't urge him, and the two looked at each other again.
Her eyes were truly beautiful, deep and bright, with what seemed like a crystal sea hidden in the depths of her pupils.
He Lingchuan stared intently until Sun Fuling reminded him:
"Wait a moment?"
She had been in this position, with her hand on her knee and standing on one knee, for a long time.
"Huh?" He Lingchuan realized, "Oh, right!"
He took out a jade-white flute from his storage ring, a movement that required some effort, but he immediately handed the flute to Sun Fuling:
"Here, take this flute."
This is a flute made of bone, with bamboo-like nodes, and two blood-red circles at the end.
Sun Fuling took it and played with it in her palm: "Do you still remember where it came from?"
"I can't remember right now," He Lingchuan said honestly. "But I do remember that I really want to give it to you as soon as possible."
This inner urgency has become subconscious.
Sun Fuling smiled, her eyes glistening: "From whom did you get this flute?"
From whose hands? He Lingchuan pondered deeply, and after a long while, he finally uttered a name:
"The Imperial Preceptor of Qingyang?"
"Thank you, this is the best gift." Sun Fuling gently kissed his forehead. "Look, you are connecting memories, this is a good start."
Sun Fuling once bought a section of centipede spine from the market and transformed it into a centipede bone flute. The red circle at the end of the flute is a mark left by the centipede after it was injured and healed, which is very distinctive.
After Panlong City was destroyed, the bone flute fell into the hands of the Qingyang National Preceptor and became her personal musical instrument.
He Lingchuan held a grudge about this matter. It wasn't until he became the Nine Nether Emperor and defeated the Qingyang National Preceptor during the unification of the Golden Plains that he was able to retrieve the bone flute.