Consciousness is torn from the endless darkness.
"Boom!"
A thunder exploded, not in my ears, but in the deepest part of my soul.
Shen Wei suddenly sat up from the bed, his heart beating wildly, as if he was trying to break free from the cage of his ribs. He was breathing heavily, and fine cold sweat covered his forehead, falling from the corners of his eyes, bringing a cold touch.
The dormitory was very quiet, except for the thunderous snoring of fat Wang Kai, and the rich, fragrant smell of a bucket of leftover instant noodles still lingering in the air. The dim light of the desk lamp illuminated the messy books and mouse pads on the table.
Everything is so ordinary.
But Shen Wei's world has been turned upside down.
The torrent of broken memories was like a sea of stars bursting, rushing through his mind. That was not a picture that belonged to college students, but a scene of epic scenes that were so grand that they reached despair. Billions of stars turned into ferocious thunder dragons, tearing open the sky, chasing him over and over again with the will to burn all things. He saw his divine body being penetrated by lightning, his immortal bones turning into ashes in the roar, and his immortal soul being crushed into the most primitive dust by the laws of heaven.
Pain.
The pain that goes deep into the bone marrow and will never be forgotten.
