Good Person to the End, Nether Spirit Divine Wood

The old woman of the Tian clan frowned slightly and stared at Zhao Qingshan for a long while before slowly speaking.

"He seems to be some family's junior. I've seen him before, but I can't remember."

"Then don't force yourself to remember, Senior. How much do you still remember? For example, do the names Bai Lin and Li Yizhi ring any bells?"

"I don't remember."

"Then that bewitchingly handsome man we encountered in the town earlier—do you know who he was?"

"I don't know." The old woman of the Tian clan answered decisively, but she seemed to understand what Qin Yang wanted to ask.

"I don't remember who he was, but I know there was a blood-deep feud between us. After seeing him, our resentment nearly burst into flames. None of us could remain rational."

The old woman of the Tian clan looked at her current body. The consciousness preserved through resentment had already fused with her divine soul, and she added another sentence.

"However, our resentment is not because our divine souls are all with him."

After pondering for a long time, the old woman of the Tian clan spoke with some helplessness.

"Only memories from my youth remain. I don't remember anything afterward. Then there are the fragmented memories after my consciousness awakened. I remember an incomparably enormous divine tree, tribulation lightning running rampant, and an island. After that, the island and divine tree together fled through the void—only scattered fragments."

Qin Yang sighed inwardly, knowing he would get nothing more out of her.

In truth, he had already guessed what this mass of Black Oil before him was and where it had come from. Now, he could be one hundred percent certain.

When he had first entered Five Fingers Island years ago, he had encountered a pool