A load of chaotic memories started to rush into Lin Sheng's mind. Contrary to his two previous experiences in the dream realm, the memories he took in this time completely knocked his socks off.
Messy footages and blurry voices formed no meaningful images. It was as if someone had tipped over a barrel of fuel; it was messy and incomprehensible. The slightly more complete memories only formed a hazy thought, which the person seemed obsessed about holding on to. It was like the last piece of dry land that had not yet sunken into a sea of wanton chaos; it represented the last of orderly existence.
Lin Sheng carefully filtered the thought, noting what was truly valuable and ignoring the rest. This very piece of thought could still offer some information.