All Forgotten

This was the Art of Oblivion, a secret technique that erased memories. Once used on someone, it made them forget everything.

Everyone possessed a sea of consciousness, where thoughts and memories formed countless stars.

If the Thought Stars containing memories were emptied, the related memories would disappear.

If all memories were erased, the person would become a blank sheet of paper—dull, foolish, confused, and ignorant, no different from an idiot.

That was clearly not the result Fan Lang wanted. He only wished to erase part of Xian Manyue's memories, not all of them.

Fan Lang waved his hand. It seemed slow, yet it was actually fast; his palm became an afterimage that entranced the mind. Xian Manyue watched his hand, her gaze growing increasingly vacant as she sank into it, unable to pull herself free.

His consciousness silently invaded Xian Manyue's sea of consciousness, splitting into millions of threads that merged with one Thought Star after another.

Their consciousnesses connected. The various experiences of Xian Manyue's life flashed past rapidly, like images in a revolving lantern.

Tens of thousands of memory fragments appeared one by one, containing all of life's bitterness, sweetness, sorrow, and joy.

Fan Lang located the memories related to Heavenly Demon City and Zhen Beixiong, then mercilessly erased them.

"Saving someone really is much more troublesome than killing someone. Few people have made me spend this much effort. Xian Manyue, the rest of your life belongs entirely to me now. I can't let all this effort go to waste."

Fan Lang thought to himself.

Xian Manyue looked as valiant as a man. Naturally, Fan Lang had not taken a liking to her appearance. Her strength was not first-rate either. What he truly appreciated was her loyalty and devotion, her willingness to be buried alongside her master.

Though