Chapter 687: The Battle of the Magicians Begins

But just then, the little girl's voice rang out beside my ear again.

"Big brother, save me."

"Big brother, I'm in so much pain."

The more I listened, the more complicated my feelings became. I looked around, but my heart grew increasingly agitated.

Eventually, the voice became incredibly weak. "Big brother, see you in the next life."

Hearing that, I furrowed my brow as tears streamed down my face.

"What memories have I lost? Perhaps all of this was Grandma's intention. But if things really happened the way I remember them, then I should have killed a god."

"That god died in my family's fields. But how did I kill it? And who was that god?"

"Could everything have been an illusion?"

I furrowed my brow, feeling utterly baffled and overwhelmed by indescribable confusion. Perhaps I had understood it from the moment I returned to my hometown. I was actually the god-slayer ranked first among the Ten Reverse Dao.

This was a power that could only be obtained by someone who had once killed a god.

Chapter 687: The Battle of the Magicians Begins

After staying in my hometown for an entire month, I still hadn't recovered my lost memories. Only scattered fragments continued to remind me that I had killed a god when I was young, but had died because of it. Grandma had used some heaven-defying ability to resurrect me, only to die tragically at the hands of Goudie.

This filled me with immense fury, along with an indescribable helplessness. The past was too painful to recall, and there were more important things for me to do now.

I ultimately decided to return. However, on the way back, I received a call from Li Tongtian. He sounded extremely anxious over the phone.

"Liang Fan, something terrible is about