"Ghost City... aftermath of the Evil Cultivation incident... Realm... Blood Moon... Night Parade of Hundred Demons..."
A few keywords surfaced in Zhao Xuanqi's mind. Although it was only fragmented information, connecting them seemed to partially break through the seal on his memories, allowing some of them to vaguely resurface.
Vaguely, he seemed to see a gloomy and desolate city, a bizarre Blood Moon hanging in the sky, and some other fragmented images.
Shadow puppets, Sword Soldier Ghosts, a three-headed child...
The feeling was hard to describe. It was like just waking from a long dream and trying to recall its contents, only to find everything hazy and incomplete.
However, by combining these images that had broken through the seal on his memory with the key information from before, Zhao Xuanqi quickly understood what he had encountered after falling unconscious.
