บท 445: Fragments of Memories

The abrupt transformation of heaven into hell caused everyone to become disillusioned and cry out in alarm. The present modern world in front of everyone changed to a fairyland full of birds’ twitter and fragrance of flowers. Then it was abruptly changed into heinous, fiery and wicked Ashura Hell.

It was dreadful, terrifying, shuddering!

On the side of the stage, Han Qingwu’s body shook as she swayed and suddenly fell to the floor. Although the scene before her turned into a terrifying hellish inferno, yet it was not this scene that caused her to fear. It was a fragment of memory that sprang inside her mind.

The desolate mountains filled with the chilling cold wind! The snow-capped white glaciers!

A familiar yet unfamiliar face unfolded. A path and a silhouette with the power to destroy the heaven and ruin the earth came together. Yet, she couldn’t distinguish whether it was reality or illusion. She didn’t know why would these fragmentary images appeared inside her mind.