Mark's thoughts spiraled constantly for a while. "Who am I?"
Am I Houyi? Or Yandi?
His mind became a mess. He lived two lives just now, each spanning centuries.
When he did, whatever life he had lived so far in this life was almost extinguished into oblivion.
Mark even forgot his own real name for a moment and just pondered on his identity. Which identity should he choose? Shennong or Houyi?
It was at this moment that something began to take shape in front of him. The curves were sleek. The shadows surrounding it bent like gravity itself gave way to its presence. His soul weapon, the anti-matter gun, hovered in front of him.
As if drawn by instinct, he reached out and grasped it. The moment his fingers closed around the grip, the swirl of fragmented lives stilled. His soul no longer trembled. Like a thousand broken gears snapping back into place, he felt his core align.
Memories surged forth—not myth, not legend, not prophecy. His current reality.
