Within a mysterious space.
Fang Xuan found himself within Chaos Spirit Valley. Spiritual mist coiled around him, and dense spiritual qi surged like something tangible, as though he could reach out and touch it. Strange rocks rose jaggedly throughout the valley, each radiating a mysterious gleam—some pointed at the heavens like swords, while others crouched like massive beasts.
"This is..."
Fang Xuan strained to sense his surroundings, only to discover that even the spiritual qi between heaven and earth was completely unlike anything in his memory.
He had no idea how long he had remained within this mysterious space.
Until one day, Fang Xuan sensed a faint ripple, like a breeze brushing across a placid lake and sending rings spreading outward. Following that ripple, he carefully probed ahead. Within his mind, a strange scene emerged: countless tiny runes flickered with dim light, intertwining and colliding as though they were performing an ancient and mysterious language.
"This power seems familiar."
Watching those strange runes, Fang Xuan focused all his attention and carefully observed the shape and transformations of every single one.
Some runes resembled birds, wings spread as if ready to fly, seemingly containing the order of freedom and nimbleness; others resembled mountains and rivers, steady and weighty, conveying laws of solidity and stability.
At that moment, a familiar voice sounded beside Fang Xuan's ear.
"These are the Heaven and Earth Order."
Just as Fang Xuan turned around, the space around him abruptly collapsed. Countless distortions of space surged briefly, and then his surroundings became vast, bleak Ancient Battlefield Remains.
And standing beside Fang Xuan—
Was Di Jun!
Di Jun still looked exactly as he had before, but Fang Xuan noticed that his gaze had grown even deeper than before.
Fang Xuan immediately asked, "Have you recovered more of your memories?"