In Yang Qingyun's eyes,
the world before him seemed to overlap.
One image was from the very beginning of his life in this lifetime.
Back then, he had opened his eyes to the sting of sunlight, finding himself in a ruined, backward village, where farmers and their wives chatted about family matters and trivial affairs, while the familiar scenery stretched around him.
The other image was of the present.
He was in a bustling, prosperous metropolis, his feet treading an expensive road paved with blue brick and stone. Shops crowded both sides, pedestrians streamed past one another, and the people coming and going were all dazzling martial artists and wealthy families.
The same place,
different worlds,
and time itself seemed to have fallen into disarray at this moment.
This left Yang Qingyun feeling dazed.
However, the spell of distraction had come quickly and vanished just as quickly.
Yang Qingyun gathered his thoughts, and the scenes from his memories faded from his mind as well.
At the same time,
a grave expression appeared on his face.
Something was wrong.
Very wrong!
That momentary daze just now—
Yang Qingyun would never simply assume that his mind had wavered because he had been stirred by memories of the past.
For someone at his current level, standing beyond the world itself,
such a thing was practically impossible.
Forget Yang Qingyun's current realm. His heart had long since become pure and singular, impossible to shake.
Even a powerhouse at the Dao Integration Supreme Realm could not have their mind shaken by their surroundings unless they deliberately recalled something.
This clearly defied reason.
Yang Qingyun had sensed no trace of anyone taking action.
Then most likely,
there was something wrong with this place!
Yang Qingyun faintly sensed
that this place
was somehow unusual.
He had a