Zhang Tie stopped in front of the stone tablet.
The old man's figure had completely dissipated, and the path deep into the immortal mansion lay right before his eyes—a hazy halo of light that seemed to lead to a more central hall. The shock and satisfaction of obtaining the Reincarnation Imprint Heart Technique still lingered in his mind; this was precisely one of the opportunities he had sought by venturing deep into the immortal mansion.
Yet that inexplicable sense of emptiness gripped him.
What had he forgotten?
Was it a specific event, the face of a certain person, or something else?
He frowned, attempting to recall every step of his experience since setting foot in the Nether Emperor's Immortal Mansion.
There was no problem.
He inspected himself. His Golden Immortal cultivation was stable, his immortal power circulated smoothly, his Dao heart was crystal-clear, and it had even become tougher and broader due to being washed by the memories of all living beings on the bridge. Everything was perfect.
Yet why did he always feel that something was wrong? It was like a perfectly calculated answer to a problem, yet the most important premise of the question itself had been missed.
His gaze involuntarily fell back upon the stone tablet.
The stone tablet was gray and drab, without any carvings. Only the scriptures of the Reincarnation Imprint Heart Technique were slowly fading, ultimately disappearing until it resumed the appearance of an ordinary stone. The old man had said this was a creation of the Nether Emperor comprehending the Great Dao of Reincarnation, and that the memories of the lost ones on the bridge had all become its nourishment.
Nourishment...
Zhang Tie abruptly raised his head, looking toward the Bridge of Helplessness that he had just crossed.
The bridge still spanned the