Chaotic Memory (1)

Jun Wu Xie stood in the darkness as if she had fallen into the abyss of the souls. Everywhere, there were countless souls.

"This is His Lord's plan." Jun Wu Xie's eyes swept over the babies. The souls were sleeping quietly without any movement. They were cut off from their vitality and slept shortly after their birth in this small crystal ball, waiting for the day of final demise.

When imagination turns into reality, the degree of cruelty doubles.

"I suddenly feel that the people in the Upper Realm are very pathetic." Jun Wu Yao said.