Five Frozen Centuries

Chapter 418: Blood Appears

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

“Wa! Wa! Wa!”

The sound of a baby crying was heard in the delivery room of a hospital. A newborn baby had been born. The electronic clock on the wall showed that it was 1:35. It was 1 a.m.

However, this was only a short clip. It was a clip that lasted only a few seconds. The clip floated past Wei Huo and drifted away.

Then, a one-week-old child surrounded by many adults started exercising his one-week grabbing reflex. The child picked around and finally grabbed a fountain pen. However, his hand did not have enough strength, so he did not hold the heavy fountain pen.

This was also a short clip that brushed past Wei Huo.

“Gulp!” The sound of bubbles rising in the water came from Wei Huo’s side. He was surrounded by an endless sea of memories.

The child could barely stand when he was two years old. He learned how to speak through his teeth when he was three years old. He started learning how to write ‘12345’ when he was four years old. He already knew the word ‘morning’ by the time he was five years old.

The six-year-old child graduated from kindergarten and unknowingly entered primary school. Just like ordinary children, he was neither outstanding nor stupid. His grades were neither ahead nor behind the grades of others. He was an ordinary person, the most ordinary person in the world.

In his second year of primary school, the child started coming into contact with 50-word essays. However, for the first time, he felt the pain that words brought him. He could not express what was in his head with words. There were many things in his head, but he could not express them with words or other forms of communication.

The pain of imagination.

In his third year of primary school, he had the first lucid dream in his life. He saw a huge snake that kept devouring colorful spheres.

Why would the child remember this dream? Was it because he had played the ‘gluttonous snake’ game the previous day? Or had his brain gradually grown along with his memory?

In his fourth year of primary school, the first terrifying nightmare had appeared. He saw a ghost in black floating in the air and a path that could never be reached. There was also a pair of legs that could not be moved no matter how hard one tried.

Scenes floated past Wei Huo, reminding him of his past self. At the same time, he gradually understood the secrets of souls.

Wei Huo continued observing the sea of memories. There were still countless memories there. There was constantly only one owner in his memories, but Wei Huo could not see his face because the memories had been recorded from a first-person perspective.

When he was in middle school, he wanted to write something for the first time. However, he failed at first. His imagination could not be used by him, nor could it be turned into the words he had learned.

In his second year of junior high school, he could finally express part of his imagination with just a few words. However, he still failed. This time, it was because of the outside world. The teacher said that a student’s main job was to take an exam, not write meaningless words on paper.

Wei Huo frowned. He was sure that there was a deviation in the memory. Memory could deviate. It was usually colored by subjectivity. Memory could not fully represent reality.

Time passed quickly, and memory fragments floated around in the sea of memories. Wei Huo slowly floated up until he floated above the sea. Then, he saw a floating iceberg that only revealed a portion of itself.

There were many people frozen in the iceberg. Wei Huo was familiar with some of them, such as Lu Qiqi, Chen Xuanyue, the Snake God, and even some pandas and tigers.

However, there were also devils with wings on their backs that Wei Huo did not recognize. There were sword immortals with immortal swords in their hands, gigantic mechas, weapon kings with spears, aliens like matchstick men, and even dragons from the west and dragons from the east.

Wei Huo looked at the iceberg and suddenly felt that it was familiar. It was as if he had seen the same scene on Kunlun Mountain. At the time, things had come from the heart, and the things in his heart had materialized.

However, this was probably a real mental world, but it wasn’t his own.

Wei Huo named the iceberg a ‘common memory’. Common memories were not forgotten because they were often used. For example, individual information such as ‘π=3.1415926’ and ‘Pythagorean triple’ were also frozen in the iceberg.

At the top of the iceberg, Wei Huo saw a light. It was something a human could never forget in their life—light!

This light illuminated the world and the sea of memories. It was warm and gentle. It was the source of everything.

It was a spiritual light.

Wei Huo suddenly understood that even light was an inspiration. The light he had seen in the Void Realm had probably come from here.

Wei Huo left the iceberg. There were many other icebergs nearby. The things frozen in each iceberg were different, but most of them were related. For example, grapes, glucose, sugar, and deoxygenated nucleotides were frozen together. Although Wei Huo was perplexed about the correlations of these objects, it seemed like human memories were like that.

You’re connected to me, and I’m connected to you. This is human memory.

Wei Huo started flying into the sky. He had already explored the sea of memories. It was time to continue ascending and leave this place.

Wei Huo flew into the sky and kept flying. There were no clouds, no sun, moon, or stars in the sky. As he continued flying, the surroundings started getting darker. However, gradually, a tunnel that emitted a faint light appeared in front of Wei Huo.

Wei Huo continued moving along the tunnel. The further he went, the brighter the tunnel became. However, the further he went, the redder the tunnel became. It was as if blood was seeping into the tunnel.

Wei Huo had a bad feeling.

Would the end of the story really make the world pause? Was there another reason behind this?

Wei Huo suddenly realized that something was not right. He remembered Xiao Cheng saying that he would join whichever faction had a higher success rate when the story was about to end. Then, why was he still at the end of the long River of Time?

Shouldn’t he have joined a faction before the story ended? Why had he been stopped at the end of the long River of Time?

Xiao Cheng should be monitoring the River of Time and waiting for the Mythical creatures to discover the river. Then, he would tell them the truth and let them choose a faction. That had always been his job. However, before the story ended, he would definitely leave the River of Time. Instead, he would choose to join a faction.

The factions would definitely do what they thought was right before the end of the story. However, Wei Huo’s observation told him that the world had not changed at all. It was as if it had stopped before they could do anything.

Wei Huo suddenly realized that this situation was not what he had imagined.

The tunnel was getting brighter, but it was also getting redder. It was as red as blood.