Qin Fengming's second Profound Soul spiritual body stared blankly at the strange scene appearing around him. Slowly, his delicate features became calm, and his mind sank into an extremely wondrous comprehension.
Meanwhile, Qin Fengming's true form Profound Soul spiritual body repeated the events of his childhood again and again. His state of mind was filled with a lively, peaceful atmosphere, and a faint smile remained on his face.
Childhood had been the most carefree and joyful period of Qin Fengming's life.
It was also the memory he treasured most deep within his heart, the one he was unwilling to forget. It held his purest emotions and the familial affection of those who had given him life and raised him.
There had been no sorrow and no worries, only beautiful memories.
All that beauty changed when he was ten years old, after he fell off a cliff, entered Tenglong Town, and then followed Elder Brother away from Qin Family Village.
It changed into something Qin Fengming no longer recognized, something extremely worldly and filled with danger.
Although Qin Fengming's memories contained many things worth boasting about, things that deserved respect and even reverence, no matter how much attention he attracted or how deeply countless cultivators revered him, Qin Fengming had never buried those things deep in his heart.
Yet these short four or five years of memories were something he could never forget. Nor could he afford to forget them.
Four or five years was only an extremely brief period within the two thousand years Qin Fengming had spent cultivating. It was even far shorter than the time he had been trapped in Du Ming Palace.
But those four or five years had been Qin Fengming's happiest and most carefree days.
As he repeatedly experienced those worry-free days, Qin Fengming's state