Zi Yan was still continuously experiencing one different life after another.
Some were filled with unbearable suffering, while others passed through an entire lifetime in happiness. Zi Yan simply watched it all blankly.
Like a white horse flashing past a crack, Zi Yan suddenly felt somewhat grateful to this Gu Clan Dou Saint. These repeated, lifelike experiences had made her truly realize what kind of life she wanted.
She, Zi Yan, did not want to live an ordinary life, nor did she want to die in some unknown corner. She wanted to be like those who shook the continent with their names—even after she was no longer in this world, she did not want this world to forget her so quickly!
She also wanted to witness the grandeur of this world—the flowers and scenery, every blade of grass and tree. There were still countless wonders and breathtaking sights waiting for her to discover.
And beyond this world, just how vast was it?
All of this gave Zi Yan a bold aspiration for her future life.
Outside, not much time had actually passed.
In merely a moment, Ao Qing had rushed from Jia Nan Academy to the Xiao Clan in Wutan City.
The moment Ao Qing entered the space around Wutan City, that Gu Clan elder instantly bristled. An incomparably dangerous sensation began stirring within his sea of consciousness.
Then, faint and nearly imperceptible spatial ripples began trembling throughout the space around Wutan City.
The Gu Clan elder stared fixedly at the space behind Qing Lin and Nalan Yanran. He had already formed a hand seal for a Dou Skill, prepared at any moment to face a formidable enemy.
Of course, this was because Ao Qing had not deliberately concealed himself. It was not as if he had anything to hide.