Jiang Chen was bathed in blood.
His face was contorted in agony. He'd forgotten who he was.
What was his name? Where did he come from?
He had forgotten it all!
Like a single grain of millet in the vast sea, he was tossed about by the waves, drifting aimlessly, utterly lost.
"Who am I? Why am I here?"
He had no idea how many times he had repeated those questions.
He landed on the ground and began to walk forward with a blank expression, aimless, like a walking corpse.
Along the way, he encountered several Demon Beasts that tried to kill him, but Jiang Chen swatted them all to death. His clothes were in tatters, and a faint, violet-gold light emanated from his body. When he came to a mountain, he walked over it; when he came to a river, he walked across it. As he traveled, he snapped massive trees in half simply by walking into them.
He carved a trail of destruction in his wake!
