Chapter 455: Memory Regression

What shocked me most wasn't his strange appearance, but the patch… that should be on the side of his neck below the crop, where a totem was starkly tattooed.

This totem is exactly the same as the one on the back of the Buddha amulet left behind by the blood corpse!

And even though he had many pairs of eyes, my eyes seemed to meet only the pair located in the center of his face.

An inexplicable sense of familiarity washed over me, making my scalp go numb instantly.

Who is he?!

What's going on with this unexplained sense of familiarity?

Did we know each other before?

The one thing I can be certain of right now is——he is not Dìluán.

I have crossed hands with Dìluán before, and his gaze was not like this.

After Hēimǎng locked eyes with me, the speed of his movement suddenly increased, and I then realized his body had been constantly contracting.

He was squeezing the tower body that he had coiled around!

What else is inside the tower body?

All my avatars had been wiped out, the White Dragon's Dībā pò had been devoured by the Copper Coin Person, and even the trace of evil qi that Dìluán had infected was slain by Liu Junyan with a single sword; in my view, the only thing that could possibly appear inside the tower body at this point was Dìluán himself.

But it's obvious that Dìluán didn't come.

What is coiled in the Pagoda Formation is this Hēimǎng monster!

I tried to attack, but Hēimǎng swept his tail, and I felt a powerful internal force wrapped in seawater push me away.

His internal force is actually that strong.

But no matter how strong, his weakness has long been exposed before me.

Without hesitation I unleashed the Cangwu Dark Seal; fiery rootlets hissed as they wound around Hēimǎng's neck like a seam, and in the next instant his head let out a hiss against those rootlets, his long forked tongue constantly extending and retracting, a string of obscure witchcraft spells spewing from his mouth, and the Cangwu Dark Seal in my hand actually trembled slightly.

He… he actually activated some ancient witchcraft, took control of the Cangwu Dark Seal, and tried to snatch it from my hand!

Realizing this, I immediately withdrew the Cangwu Dark Seal, using the backlash to create distance from Hēimǎng.

I stared at Hēimǎng, still shaken, my mind a tangled mess.

Who is he?!

Who on earth is he!

Why does he bear the 'Luan' totem on his body?

He not only knows ancient witchcraft, but the spells he activates are stronger than mine by who knows how many times.

He doesn't even regard me.

After subduing me, his body coiled again around the tower, and his movement speed became even faster.

There must be something else hidden inside the tower; its attraction to Hēimǎng is too great, he is bound to obtain it!

I struggled to calm myself, integrating the information in my mind.

If I had to say what else could remain inside the tower…… it would only be the White Dragon's corpse.

Upon thinking this, I suddenly felt enlightened.

I realized, he wants the White Dragon's inner elixir!

They stitched together the White Dragon's various organs, but they were missing only the inner elixir.

Therefore, this tower must conceal some kind of seal, likely set up by the White Dragon initially to protect his inner elixir.

Fighting, I am obviously no match for Hēimǎng.

I don't even understand what he actually is.

But I am basically certain that his desire for the White Dragon's inner elixir is extremely strong.

With desire, I can peek into his desire-dream.

Thinking this, I raised my right hand, gradually approaching Hēimǎng, activating the ancient witchcraft of dream weaving, hoping to enter his desire-dream to take a look.

I had thought I couldn't defeat him and couldn't enter his desire-dream, but I didn't expect that Hēimǎng would turn his head again, and the instant our eyes met, my mind suddenly churned.

My memory was regressing.

In…… regression……

The five chapters of Dream Weaving: Building Dreams, Breaking Dreams, Amplifying Nightmares, Regression, Dream Weaving Becomes Real.

I have only learned the first three chapters.

Moreover, according to the Great Witch's witchcraft notes, those who can cultivate to the later two realms of Regression and Dream Weaving Becomes Real are as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns.

But at this moment I clearly realized that this Hēimǎng before me had at least used 'Regression' on me.

My body hovered in the water, motionless.

But my memory surged like a tide, rapidly flowing backward.

The nineteen years of memory in this life are too brief, fleeting in an instant.

Then came the memory concerning Fènglínú.

After that, the memory suddenly showed a vast sea of fire; I saw myself struggling and shouting incessantly within it……

But strangely, my memory seemed to freeze at this moment.

The next moment, my eyes actually saw another shocking scene through this sea of fire.

I saw myself standing at the foot of the steps of Yin Dang Hang's shop.

Yin Dang Hang's main gate stood open, the two lanterns above the door were lit, I could hear the sound of the shop's track pivots operating, and also…… the sounds of customers coming and going, doing business inside the shop.

Through the gate, I saw several customers pawning items standing before the counter, and a few clerks seated inside the window.

Even the two doors to the north and south were open, with guests being led up to the second floor, the wooden stairs creaking……

The Yin Dang Hang before my eyes was lively, full of vitality.

It was worlds apart from the Yin Dang Hang I entered on the fifteenth night.

However, I immediately realized there was still a person standing beside me.

Someone I could never have imagined would stand alone with him—Seven Halls Yama.

Before I could recover from this unbelievable scene, the next memory had already been rewound…… and this rewound segment of my memory almost crushed me.

Just moments ago, the Yin Dang Hang was bustling and orderly; now it is drenched in blood.

The customers waiting to pawn had collapsed in pools of blood.

The clerk behind the window was decapitated.

Second floor…… third floor…… fourth floor……

On every floor, not a single soul was left alive.

And the executioner…… was actually me and Seven Halls Yama.

Just as my emotions were about to collapse, the rewinding moved on to the next memory.

I saw a person lying on the ground before me.

I could not make out his face, because his whole body had been disassembled.

His body was opened, his main bones dug out, and from the flesh faintly appeared fragments of bone that I saw were blood‑red and translucent.

They were cinnabar spirit bones!

So, the cinnabar spirit bones I have seen until now were actually dug out from this person's body?

Who is he?

What is his relationship with Yin Dang Hang?

I slowly lowered my head.

When my gaze fell on my right hand, I felt like I was going mad.

I saw that my right hand gripped a…… Língchí dāo!

On the sharp blade of the Língchí dāo, fresh blood was dripping drop by drop……

So, did I kill the person on the ground, cut open his sack, and with my own hands dig out his large bones…… was I the one who dug out his cinnabar spirit bones, piece by piece?

No, impossible!

How could this happen……