Chapter 566: Chapter 327: Memory and the Supreme Demon

Not long ago.

In the deepest part of the Slumbering Land, Chen Sheng once tried to use Xiao Hei to absorb Zhurong’s soul.

However, he was not successful.

According to Xiao Hei’s description,

On the other end of Zhurong’s soul, there seemed to be connected to an immovable existence.

No matter how hard he tried to tug, it was difficult to move even a hair’s breadth.

Only after Xiao Hei made several attempts and mustered all his strength,

Did he manage to tear off a little bit from the edge of Zhurong’s soul.

It was this tiny bit of residual soul,

That not only increased Chen Sheng’s spiritual power by a few points when converted,

But also allowed Chen Sheng to enter Zhurong’s memories directly from the first-person perspective.

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Warmth.

Coldness.

Humidity.

Anxiety.

In the instant when Chen Sheng entered Zhurong’s memory,

Before the darkness in his vision faded away,

Various negative emotions had already rushed in, filling his mind in an instant.

Whoosh—

The first to recover was his hearing.

As the bone-chilling wind swept across his body, Chen Sheng felt bursts of pain, making the feeling of weakness even stronger.

Coldness enveloped most of his body.

Only the palms of his hands and the surface of his feet felt a faint warmth.

After that,

The tide-like darkness faded away.

The flickering firelight was the first thing that caught his eye.

The crackling sound of dry firewood came from his ears.

A pair of hands, covered with old calluses and intertwined with new and old scars, stood upright in front of the fire.

Leaping flames filled Chen Sheng’s vision.

It seemed that at this moment, his eyes could only accommodate the warmth-bringing flames.

The palm of his hand was very close to the fire.

Just a little further, and it would touch the scorching flames.

But still,

Despite this distance,

The coldness filling his body remained as unshakable as maggots gnawing at his bones.

“Father, I’m so cold.”

At this moment,

A young voice reached his ears.

The voice’s owner sounded very young and spoke a language Chen Sheng did not understand.

But strangely enough,

Chen Sheng was able to clearly understand the other party’s meaning.

“Come.”

Chen Sheng realized it was “he” who spoke.

His gaze moved away from the fire.

Only then did he get a clear look at his surroundings.

It seemed to be a cave.

Various weirdly-shaped stalactites hung from the ceiling.

On all sides were damp, rough rock walls.

The dense dripping sound echoed through the cave.

It was the sound of water droplets dripping from the stone tips onto the ground.

Next,

A tender face entered his field of vision.

On the dusty little face, only a pair of bright eyes shone.

The boy squatted on the ground, his hands tightly hugging his body.

Apart from the animal skin he was wearing, he was wrapped in an even larger one.

Seeing this scene,

Chen Sheng had a rough guess as to why he felt so “cold” at this moment.

Based on the surroundings,

The spot where he was sitting now should be against the cave entrance.

A father and a child.

It was unknown what the two had been through, but they chose to hide together in this cold, damp cave.

But looking at the trembling weak body of the boy,

Chen Sheng could feel the indiscernible fear deep within the heart of the body’s owner.

“He” feared losing.

So,

He extended his hand to hold the young child in his arms,

Shielding the child from the cold wind while also trying to provide some warmth with his own diminishing body heat.

Unfortunately,

“Father, I’m cold.”

“I’m cold…”

Chen Sheng could feel clearly that the body in his embrace didn’t regain any vitality from this.

As time went by,

The child’s voice grew weaker and weaker,

The trembling amplitude decreased continuously-

Body heat,

Was fading away step by step.

“No, no.”

The voice was filled with fear.

“He” drew closer to the fire, while tightly hugging his child in his arms with both hands.

Burning pain came from his skin.

But this pain couldn’t affect a father who was about to lose his child.

Pain.

Flames.

These could increase the temperature of his skin surface.

Perhaps,

It could also save his child’s life.

Bearing the scorching burn of the flames,

“He” rubbed the child’s body with his palms, not missing a single opportunity.

Time passed by bit by bit,

The situation did not seem to worsen,

Which allowed “him” to breathe a sigh of relief.

But the next second,

Whew—

The fierce cold wind that swept in, instantly scattered the burning firewood like a crushing force.

The flaming firewood extinguished quickly after contacting the damp ground not long after.

The darkness that had been driven away by the firelight came rushing back like a ferocious beast.

At this moment,

Fear completely took over “his” heart.

He quickly stood up, holding his child in one hand, and trying to rekindle the fire with the other.

But in ancient times, making fire was not as easy as it is now.

Even though he used up the last of his strength to continuously turn the sharp wood in his hands, he didn’t manage to coax the fire back into life.

The only thing he received,

Was the increasingly ice-cold corpse clutching his arms.

But “he” still did not choose to stop.

With both hands, he kept turning the sharp wood.

Even though his strength was nearly depleted,

It seemed that only like this, his heart would not be swallowed up by despair.

However,

“He” couldn’t hold out until the fire rekindled.

The darkness had already seeped through his skin and invaded his body, making his consciousness begin to blur.

Until the last moment of losing consciousness,

“His” mind was filled with an obsession for the flames.

Chen Sheng at the time,

Thought that after seeing all this, this memory had come to an end.

But it did not.

As the darkness continued to envelop everything,

Chen Sheng found that he had not yet separated from the memory.

But this was something that should not have existed.