I had taken on quite a number of disciples since I first made my name. Besides those with names and surnames, I also had many nominal disciples.
Take Lu Xiaohua, for example. Back then, she was only slightly better off than a nominal disciple. As for Shao Zi, Xiang Ling, Shen Jinzhao, Jiu Fangsu, Longqiu You, Ye Xianyuan, Meng Daozhi, and Han Xuanyi, I naturally knew them like the back of my hand. Even if I did not pay attention to them, they could still stand out among the other disciples, making them impossible for me to forget.
But there were also quite a few disciples who were not known by many.
I had paid relatively little attention to them, such as Zhao Jing, Taiwei Miaolan, Jiang Yushu, Xian Qing, Quan Tiao, Xia Yanqingzhu, and Fan Ya, Fan An, Fan Xiao, and Fan De.
Later, disciples like Baili Jue, Wang Xicheng, and Duan Shuyu also sacrificed themselves. Otherwise, they would have been my good disciples as well.
It was not that I could not pull them out of the River of Time, but the era was far too distant, involving too much. Tugging at one strand would move the whole web. If they lived, many others would die, so I definitely could not do it.
I wondered what sort of existences those disciples who had vanished from history had reincarnated into by now.
Did they still possess the opportunities and fortune of those days? Could they still rise to prominence in the universe of Proving the Dao?
Of course, if they were active in other planes, continuously reincarnating, that was not necessarily a bad thing either. Immortality and having one's Dao Foundation suspended high above the universe were not necessarily blessings.
Take Lu Xiaohua. She had followed the intermittent connections