If you meet someone on the road who says their mind belongs to someone else, nine times out of ten, others would think that person is crazy.
But Julius Reed wouldn't.
Because he has experienced and seen so many things.
Any part of his entire body, any of the numerous events that have happened to him, can't be explained scientifically.
The end of science is theology.
Existence itself is reason.
No theory is unchanging, eternal through the ages.
And no power or dynasty can last for thousands of years.
"This wouldn't be a problem because the mind is also subject to aging, and I'm prepared for that,"
Mr. Springs picked up a stick, threw it into the fire, and smiled as he looked at the sparks that flew up, "Using a silver needle as a memory medium to take away a person's memory—you must be familiar with this."
"I understand very well." Julius Reed nodded.
