The man's roar tore not only through himself but through the entire Secret Realm.
It was sharper than the coldest wind, sharper than all the knives in the world.
Even though Li Qingming had intentionally suppressed his thoughts since entering the Secret Realm, choosing to rely solely on instinctive feelings to cope, to embrace death.
Yet the roar of the man served as a command to start, reigniting the engines of rationality.
Memory fragments, like pieces of data, began to chain together in circuits, the seemingly complete life puzzle was overturned and reorganized from a fresh perspective.
"Answer me... answer me!" The man grasped Li Qingming's shoulders, his fingers sinking into his flesh like vices, "Have you also forgotten your name? Weren't we agreed never to forget? Wasn't it carved in our minds? It was to be engraved! Important things must be engraved!!!"
The man said, suddenly lost in thought.
"Right...engraved, it must be... engraved... surely it's... engraved!"
