Chapter 2932: Forgotten and Remembered

The wall lamp in the pagoda dimmed, and He Lingchuan opened his eyes.

He had seemed to be dreaming nonstop, chaotic and fragmented, as if only a brief instant had passed, yet as if a century had elapsed.

As a result, when he woke up, his mind was completely blank.

But the first thing he saw was a ferocious ghostly face right before him!

He Lingchuan jumped in fright and threw a punch.

But as soon as he moved, he felt a tearing pain in his shoulder, and he couldn't raise his arm.

Not just his shoulder—he realized his whole body was in unbearable pain.

He Lingchuan wanted to jump back, but his body wouldn't obey; he only managed to lean half backward.

How could this body be as limp as noodles, with no strength anywhere?

As his shoulder sank, the Red General knew what he was about to do:

"Be careful of the wound."

Oh, a woman? He Lingchuan blurted: "Who are you?"

Even the dull stone figure crouched in the corner sensed the air in the secret chamber suddenly stagnate.

The Red General remained silent for two breaths, then, before He Lingchuan collapsed, reached out to support his back: "You don't recognize me?"

His dazed, shocked gaze also surprised the Red General. Was this still the resolute, fearless, resourceful Nine Nether Great Emperor?

He Lingchuan's face twisted with pain, yet he felt the demonic mask was not unfamiliar, the red armor even less so—a familiarity from the soul.

He must know her!

Her name is……

Her identity is……

He Lingchuan's mind was still in turmoil, but a flash of insight crossed it:

"Red, Red General?"

In that moment, a long string of memories was activated in succession, countless images flashed through his mind, finally freezing on a fragment:

He "saw" himself in the Panlong World during the divine fall, and in the haze seemed to see the Red General rushing over, placing something on his forehead.

Soft, warm.

Then he woke up.

"Where am I?" He glanced around the secret chamber and realized he was inside the pagoda.

Oh, Panlongcheng?

"How…?"

How did I not die?

At this moment, the little stone figure emerged from not far away and waved at him.

Unfortunately, He Lingchuan's attention was not on the little stone figure; he stared intently at the Red General before him, recalling his final action before dying in the Panlong World.

At that time, he wanted to uncover the truth, but had neither strength nor time.

He Lingchuan instinctively raised his hand; though this effort was also taxing, he ultimately managed it.

But just before touching the mask, he paused.

The pagoda's wall lamp flickered twice, casting an unsteady light on the mask.

The Red General remained motionless, making no attempt to dodge.

With her tacit consent, He Lingchuan reached behind her ear, pressed the clasp, and gently removed the mask.

The daughter of Zhong Shengguang, after offering herself to Mitiān, had worn the mask and never shown her true face—

Until this very moment.

He Lingchuan stared at her, dazed, his expression visibly calming:

"Master?"

Beneath the mask, that face—eyebrows like painted art, peach-blossom cheeks, vermilion lips—was unmistakably familiar to He Lingchuan, yet it looked only seventy percent like Master Sun.

Her bone structure was more three-dimensional, brow ridges and cheekbones higher, nose more straight; only a subtle change, yet compared to Master Sun, she had lost three points of gentle charm and gained three points of heroic vigor.

Sun Fuling smiled.

This fellow couldn't remember the Red General, yet remembered her?

A soft light flickered in her eyes as she lowered the sharp edge of this battle armor: "You still have a conscience, still remember me."

Though He Lingchuan's thoughts were chaotic, he also noticed the change in the person before him's voice!

Her voice while wearing the mask was clear and pure, even slightly magnetic; but once she revealed her true face, her voice became gentle and warm, with a hint of softness.

This was Master Sun's voice—he would never mistake it!

Moreover, her smile was still as he remembered, warming his heart. He Lingchuan instinctively said: "How could I have forgotten Master……"

The one I think of day and night.

The one I cherish in my heart.

He Lingchuan raised his hand, lightly tracing her cheek, feeling as if in a dream at this moment:

"Are you Sun Fuling, or Zhong Wuhuan?"

"Both." Flames reflected joy in her eyes: "This is truly me!"

She is Zhong Wuhuan, and also Sun Fuling.

She is the Red General who laughs while killing, and also the Death God feared by both humans and gods!

One day, she will remove this mask before her beloved and before the world, merging these identities into one, never again forced to separate them.

She has waited long in the Great Vase for this day.

He Lingchuan himself, however, felt somewhat uneasy.

Wait, he still remembered the Master, remembered the Red General, and thus by extension recalled the one bloody, brutal great battle after another he had experienced before his death — but, but who was he himself?

Sun Fuling was also asking him this question: "Do you still remember who you are, what you were doing before?"

"I..."

He had only uttered this one word when suddenly countless pieces of information surged wildly into his mind!

The mere concept of "I" could trigger an endless chain-reaction explosion of thoughts.

One picture after another, one fragment after another, one pile of figures after another, one scene after another detonated everywhere in his mind like Ju City's fireworks during the New Year, chaotic and disorderly!

The memory fragments seemed endless, each piece vying to be the first to display itself, but the result was that they superimposed into countless bizarre and fantastical images or scenes, so that not a single piece could be seen clearly anymore.

An even more severe consequence was that He Lingchuan abruptly clutched his own head and let out a miserable scream.

Fuck, my head's going to explode!

Even he absolutely could not possibly process this much information simultaneously.

Right at this moment, a pair of hands gently cupped his face, a person pressed against his forehead, their voice gentle and firm:

"You are He Lingchuan, the Tiger Wing General of the Coiling Dragon World, and also the Nine Nether Great Emperor of the Cangyan Empire!"

"You inherited the Dragon God's mantle and brought our Coiling Longcheng's heroic spirits back from the netherworld to the present world!" She gently stroked He Lingchuan's hair, wiping away the cold sweat on his forehead, "For now, you only need to know these things."

Such gentleness had never appeared on the Red General; even Zhong Shengguang had never seen this side of her.

The Earth Mother couldn't help asking from the side: "What's wrong with him?"

Such a He Lingchuan, it had also never seen before. The Nine Nether Great Emperor had always shown it composure and calm, everything under control.

"His memories may be scrambled." The situation before her also exceeded Sun Fuling's expectations, but she could figure it out in the next instant, "His soul was taken away by karma; I couldn't stop it. But I used the Dream Cocoon to preserve his past and memories, and borrowing the supreme mighty power of the Great Square Pot to break through void into reality, forcibly hammered these back into his body. Now it seems doing this still has some side effects. Perhaps the Dream Cocoon also cannot guarantee his memories follow an orderly sequence."

A person's experiences turned into memories have a sequential order; once scrambled, they will create obstacles to the time and space one is in and to one's self-awareness.