For a long while, the Old Man kept his eyes closed, completely motionless.
Liu Yun shook his head with a bitter smile. Just as he was about to summon the Liu Yun Sword and slash through Time-Space to leave—
Azure Light reappeared, enveloped him, then shot into Time-Space with a whoosh.
At the same time, an ethereal, majestic, sacred voice rang out in Liu Yun's mind.
"If you seek memories, go to the past—Remembrance Platform, west of Purple Cloud."
Those twelve words shook his soul. Liu Yun did not yet understand their meaning, but he was certain that the old man was inextricably connected to his past life.
Just as he pondered this, the voice sounded again.
"This Seat, Xuan Yuan Ao!"
Upon hearing the name Xuan Yuan Ao, Liu Yun trembled and remained stunned for a long time.
"The old man is actually Xuan Yuan Ao? Th-This..."
Heng Xuan's warning lingered in Liu Yun's mind.
"Heng Xuan told This Seat not to trust Xuan Yuan Ao, to guard against Xuan Yuan Ao, but this..."
Whenever he returned from another world after retrieving Heng Xuan Nether Soul, then entered the Time-Space Black Hole once more, he would be guided into the White Mist Space where Xuan Yuan Ao resided.
"If that is the case, does that not mean every word and action of This Seat is under Xuan Yuan Ao's Control?"
"Just who is this Xuan Yuan Ao?"
Liu Yun frowned deeply, somewhat at a loss.
He suddenly remembered his young Master, who had not shown himself for a very long time.
"Alas... I wonder where Master has gone. If Master were here, he would surely resolve this crisis with ease."
Bitterness filled Liu Yun's face.
After quite some time, Azure Light brought him into an ancient crimson treasure tower.