Xiao He almost couldn't distinguish between reality and illusion, as if he were lying on this altar, being drawn in by its power and unable to move.

But this was "the depths of the soul," Xiao He knew very well.

He just didn't know why he had suddenly opened this "door".

There are people underwater at the altar.

This is the owner of this pale hand.

"Who is it... why are other people appearing in my consciousness..."

"Shouldn't I be the only one here...?"

Xiao He bent down, trying hard to see the figure underwater.

The venue was completely silent.

Even the occasional accompanying music had to stop automatically because it couldn't keep up with Xiao He's emotions.

They couldn't see what Xiao He saw, but they felt that "she" was doing this as if she were truly gazing silently at someone in hell, separated by the entire world.

"It's him...!"

"Why him...?"

Xiao He was deeply shaken.

He saw not a stranger, but the "Lord of Ice" whom he had already met twice before.

I didn't see his face the first time; he saved me when I was unconscious.

The second time, because of the distance, I could only vaguely see an outline.

At this moment, Xiao He's face was almost touching the water's surface before he could see the figure underwater.

Exactly the same!

She looks exactly like Xiaohe.

She also looks exactly like Queen Gulipo.

Judging from their appearances, Gulibo is in his thirties, the Lord of Ice is in his twenties, while Xiaohe is only in her teens.

There must be countless connections between these three.

Could it be?

"They're all fragments!"

Xiao He trembled.

Perhaps Hanvlav... that's what he looked like.