115: Memory: [Peach Festival]

Qin Feng closed his eyes and sensed for a moment, his spirit gently touching it.

Boom!

In that instant,

it was as if a cloud of mist dispersed in his mind.

Within his mind, the mist swirled, and a scene slowly unfolded.

...

Red clouds covered the sky.

A colossal tree reached into the heavens, its branches laden with numerous fruits.

The fruits were round, like inverted stars, emitting a soft, glowing light.

A fierce tiger, its fur sleek and glistening, covered in red pulp, and its muscles bulging, sat crouched beneath the giant tree like a human.

A moment later, he looked up, briefly examining the fruits that covered the tree.

Then, he reached out a claw, plucked afreshred fruit, and brought it directly to his mouth.

With one bite, his fangs were covered in red pulp, which flowed from the corners of his mouth, staining his fur, but he paid it no mind, his tiger eyes narrowing in a look of satisfaction.

Immediately after, his massive tiger body lay down, his eyes turned towards the sky, a hint of longing in his tiger eyes.

Qin Feng's body trembled slightly.

Then, the mist swirled again, and the scene changed.

...

A blood-red sun hung in the sky.

A rich crimson color covered the world.

Before him was a massive stone platform, as if a mountain peak had been leveled.

On the stone platform at this moment were several dismembered bodies, barely recognizable as human, and more than a dozen heads placed upside down on the platform, filled with crimson blood, which overflowed and covered the platform, forming large black bloodstains.

Around the stone platform, more than a dozen massive, sleek-furred beasts stood upright like humans, each holding a piece of flesh and bone in their claws, slowly gnawing on it, their rough, barb-covered tongues lightly licking, bringing large chunks of flesh into their mouths, savoring it as if enjoying a supreme delicacy.

The dozen beasts ate extremely seriously, until they had licked the flesh from the bones in their hands, leaving only clean white bones, which they then threw aside, piling them into a mountain of white bones.

And on the other side, on a huge stone tablet, several crooked characters were carved.

It read: Pan Tao Feast.

...

Boom!

The mist dispersed.

Qin Feng suddenly opened his eyes, feeling as if he had been struck by lightning, his body trembling uncontrollably.

Gasp—

Gasp—

He gasped for breath, his eyes filled with deep horror.

This memory was too terrifying, almost unbelievable.

The blood covering the stone platform and the large number of dismembered bodies shocked him to the extreme.

In that memory, he could even smell the bloody scent that penetrated his mind, and the strong stench of the dismembered bodies assaulting him.

Pan Tao Feast?

Pan Tao Feast?!!

That place...was it the Heavenly Court?!!!

His pupils contracted violently; the crooked characters carved on the stone tablet were frantically impacting his mind.

As a transmigrator, he naturally understood the so-called Pan Tao Feast very well.

But in his previous life, the Pan Tao Feast was clearly a solemn ceremony of the Heavenly Court in mythological stories; why had it become a feast of man-eating beasts here?

Qin Feng's face was pale, with dismembered bodies and mountains of white bones constantly appearing in his mind.

His body even showed some discomfort, almost making him vomit.

His heart beat rapidly, like a muffled drum.