Memories of Her

Upon reaching the Northern Region, Xiao Yan stepped down from the Space Ship and measured every inch of the land with his footsteps.

He crossed the Soul Mountain Range and saw the ruins of the branch hall that had long since become dust of history. He then traversed the towering Heavenly Sword Mountain and poured freshly brewed wine around Mo Ying's cenotaph, offering what comfort he could.

After Xiao Yan crossed Heavenly Sword Mountain, a blood-red altar gradually came into view.

The Heavenly Mountain Blood Pool.

This was where he and Hun Ruoruo had met by chance.

So much time had passed. The restriction that had once left even peak Dou Zong experts helpless could no longer trap him in the slightest.

Yet as he revisited this old place, Xiao Yan felt no ripples in his heart. He merely quickened his pace.

Past the Heavenly Mountain Blood Pool lay the border between Central Continent and the Northwest Region, not far away. That was the direction from which he had once come.

Jia Nan Academy, the Tagore Desert, the Jia Ma Empire—and Wutan City, the most inconspicuous place of all, where everything had begun.

Every location was so familiar, and every one was filled with traces that belonged to her. It turned out that from the very beginning, she had never truly left his side.

Xiao Yan's gaze grew increasingly dazed. Looking at the Space Wall before him, he crashed straight into it without the slightest hesitation.

"Bang!"

As space twisted violently, Xiao Yan's figure vanished soundlessly like a ghost.

Within the wormhole, the flashing lights of Space Shuttles occasionally lit up, like candles pointing the way and illuminating the boundless darkness of the void.

"Hey, Senior Brother."

Inside the cabin, a crisp and pleasant voice rang out, carrying the curiosity