Beneath the night sky.
The figure in blue drew her sword. Its radiance was like ink from a brush, leaving a long black streak across the white barrier above Cuiqing City.
The outer layer of this White Pagoda Wish-Fulfilling Demon-Quelling Grand Formation was utterly unable to withstand Ning Qingman. With one more sword stroke, she would completely "peel away" this layer of "shell."
"Watch out—"
Fu Ziwu's warning rang out without warning.
Ning Qingman knitted her brows slightly.
A Forget River carrying countless wandering souls and shrill ghostly wails burst from the void, sweeping toward the figure in blue!
In an instant, Ning Qingman's mind went hazy, as if she had fallen into the netherworld—
The hardships of following her father to learn the sword as a child, the joy she felt at seventeen when she was found to possess extraordinary talent, and the grief of the Ning Family's destruction after that sudden upheaval—
All these memories replayed in Ning Qingman's mind like fleeting scenes.
It was as if she had lived through her life all over again. Then came forgetting—
She forgot where she had come from, forgot why she had come to save people, and forgot who Li Fei was.
In the end, she even forgot who she was!
Dao Principles—Forget River!
Ning Qingman, looking around in bewilderment within her mental realm, suddenly found a sword in her hand.
Then she thrust it out.
Even if a Sword Immortal forgot who she was, she would never forget how to wield a sword!
Sword radiance pierced the netherworld and cleaved through the haze!
Ning Qingman recalled everything once more.
The changes in her mental realm had taken place in an instant. By the time she came to herself, she was already in the Forget River. Countless resentful souls around