The Dream Realm belonged entirely to the World of the Dead. It was an indisputable part of the World of the Dead.
The appearance of the World of the Dead was itself an unprecedented upheaval.
At last, Dream Master discovered a blind spot here that she might otherwise have never found.
Unfortunately, she gradually overlooked it, gradually forgot it.
Even when she thought of the other Twelve Human Teachers, she would no longer notice that there were actually only eleven among the Twelve Masters. The Twelfth Master was gone.
It was not merely that the memories were gone. He had been utterly erased, as though he had never existed between heaven and earth.
There was no break in her memories, no flaw in her life. Nothing at all related to the Twelfth Master was missing.
Dream Master returned to her original state once more, while everything she had just experienced remained exactly as it had been in the world where she was the protagonist.
Her crazed, twisted appearance, when she had nearly been driven mad, had all been recorded in full.
Only certain crucial places flickered faintly, turning blurry as they showed signs of gradually fading away.
Yet in the next instant, those fading, blurring portions abruptly reversed and became crystal clear once again.
Every scene of Dream Master's image collapsing was recorded without loss. Not a single frame was missing.
The World of the Dead's big brother did not allow it.
What Qin Yang erased could only erase people's memories. But the traces that had once existed, those left behind between heaven and earth, could never truly be erased completely.
Just as Qin Yang could not erase Emperor Ying's deeds from everyone's hearts. Doing so would leave an obvious, ugly scar in their minds. Anyone could see at a