To Lu Ran, who was only twenty-three years old, this slowly flowing scroll of memories was a long river of history.
Over the Faceless Jade Sovereign's long existence, most of her memories had already blurred.
Within the lengthy scroll, countless translucent threads intertwined, yet failed to form clear images, leaving only vague, shadowy scenes.
Of course, there were relatively clear segments as well.
For instance, the events before her death. Including the battle just now, Lu Ran had witnessed her fight against Jiang Xianzi through her first person perspective.
Further back were scenes of her fighting across the various divine mountains.
At Cong Long God Mountain, she carried the Rain Master's head and forcefully slaughtered her way out of the encirclement;
Under Yanzhiren's furious gaze, she held Hongzhu in her arms and brutally crushed the jadeified body she held.
With one foot, she crushed the Dark Fire Chrysanthemum and blasted through the divine mountain guarded layer upon layer by the Ran Sect Soldiers;
Her billowing jade robe wrapped around the despairing Huangque, allowing it to turn into Golden Light and dart within it, yet no matter what it did, it could not escape her palm.
Jade Flute, Karma Bull, Town Corpse Official...
The more he watched, the darker Lu Ran's expression became.
Until, in those terrifying Dead Sheep Eyes, a faint sorrow unexpectedly emerged.
From Pangda Yuzun's perspective, she shattered countless Blood Chains, tore open the sky-covering red robe with her jade hand, then seized one of Tu Peak's arms.
She freely darted through a forest of bone pillars, smashed through the God Armor Guard's lower leg, and her white robe surged toward Niu Zhengzheng like a tidal wave as she punched through his throat.
She gripped Niu Zhengzheng's head and viciously raised it, cruelly separating head from corpse, leaving