The darkness shattered silently, the last memories of the dead returned to eternal peace, and the scene before his eyes wavered a few times before gradually reverting to the appearance of the Holy Coffin Room—the long life memories in reality had only passed in an instant. When Yu Sheng once again saw clearly his surroundings, a drop of "blood" had just fallen from the cheek of the Artificial Saintess onto the ground.
Yu Sheng blinked, taking a few seconds to regain his clarity and return to the present reality from those all-too-real memories. Then he lowered his gaze, looking at the Iron Puppet still pressing down on him.
This cold killing machine remained motionless, and now even the slight noises from within had disappeared.
