"Where is this...?"
Xu Xiaoshou felt as though he had had a dream.
In the dream, his head had turned into a butt, several tongues had sprouted from his chest, and he had been so ugly he was unbearable to look at. Even he had wanted to kill himself.
Yet in the final glimpse of that dream, when he turned back and saw Dao Qiongchang, there had been no pity or sympathy in the Lecherous Old Daoist's eyes—only the same cold indifference as ever. What a heartless Heavenly Mechanism man.
Hoh! But the moment their gazes met, the dream changed.
Possessing the Sea of Intent Dao, even though his abilities were suppressed within the Delayed Law Heavenly Kingdom, he could still clearly sense that a wisp of something—not quite intent, perhaps better called "memory"—had been taken away by Dao Qiongchang along with that glance.
Then he had arrived in this black world before him.
"River of Memory?"
In the dim world, there were no concepts of heaven, earth, space, Dao Law, or anything else. There was only a winding black river, flowing from one end to the other.
The water murmured on, unceasing since antiquity, exuding an air of ancient desolation.
Looking into the distance, he could see that at every bend along the riverbank stood one or more different figures.
Their forms were blurry, their features difficult to make out from afar, but some distinctive characteristics were impossible for Xu Xiaoshou to forget, even in a dream.
"Hi-ha, hi-ha, hee-hee-ha!"
That demonic laughter rang out nearby. Along with the glow of a formation diagram taking shape, the figure leaped three feet into the air.
"It worked!"
"Isn't this the Great Dao Diagram?"
"The Life Pattern, the Spirit Refining Profound Meaning, the Great Dao Diagram—or the Great Dao Disk—once all