In that instant, the desire stemming from the depths of his bloodline surged like towering waves, battering Qin Zheng's rationality, nearly breaking his calm.
Yet when a fleeting thought of seizing crossed his mind, a feeling of illusionary helplessness, like bursting a bubble, quickly calmed him down.
Because even though he could personally feel everything around him, this was merely a memory illusion, a predetermined past, and not an event truly happening at that moment.
Moreover, he couldn't control this 'body' of his, so naturally, he couldn't seize the essence blood. Thus, while suppressing the desire within his heart, Qin Zheng swiftly scanned his surroundings.
He found himself in a dim cave, surrounded by dark passages as dense as a beehive, from which the scent that nearly overwhelmed his rationality wafted.
He stood in the cave with eight other figures, all of whom were heavenly geniuses from past memory illusions, facing a middle-aged man.
