"Ah-choo!"
Tian Chan suddenly sneezed, her delicate brows knitting tightly. A sense of panic rose within her as she pinched her fingers and began deducing... yet she could not derive anything useful.
But instinctively, she felt it was related to Junior Sister Yun Ya.
She was utterly restless.
Recently, while meditating and cultivating, fragmented memories had surfaced again. She seemed to see Junior Sister Yun Ya walking barefoot through endless snowy mountains with Tian Chan on her back. All around them lay a vast expanse of snow, devoid of any human trace... yet Tian Chan had absolutely no recollection of this memory fragment.
"Hiss—ah!"
Suddenly, Tian Chan cried out in pain, her expression turning somewhat ferocious as more fragments of memory surged into her mind.
Every one of these fragments was inextricably linked to Junior Sister Yun Ya.
Yet when she tried to seize those fragments and piece them together into a complete memory, they swiftly slipped away like sand through her fingers.
After a long while, Tian Chan opened her eyes. They were bloodshot, making her look terrifyingly sinister.
"Junior Sister Yun Ya, I must uncover the truth!"
But clearly, the truth she had woven together was merely a script of fate Jiang Che had prepared in advance.
Even an Immortal Venerable like Tian Chan, who commanded the supreme Great Dao Origin, was before Jiang Che... nothing more than a puppet whose fate he could toy with at will.
The enormous battlefield of the demon domain spanned more than a hundred thousand regions, drawing countless living beings into the flames of war.
Yet danger always accompanied opportunity, and wherever opportunity existed, there would naturally be no shortage of fated protagonists.
"Ha—"
A streak of sword light flashed past, and an evil spirit with mid-stage Quasi-Emperor cultivation was cleaved