"What the hell?"
Xu Xiaoshou's eyes went blank with shock.
He had thought Dao Qiongchang, driven to the end of his road, would have to bring out some final trump card.
Perhaps it would not compare to the Blood Demon Fate-Reversal Technique, but he had to show his hand at last, right? That was precisely why He had deliberately not gone up to help.
Who would have thought that even with death staring him in the face, the flashy old Daoist's trump card would actually be a severed hand?
"What's so special about it..."
Looking over from afar, the severed hand had been cut cleanly at the wrist. Its fingers were long and slender, slightly curled as if about to touch something, yet forever frozen in that posture.
The state of ice-sealing was completely lifted when Dao Qiongchang held on to his limit.
That severed hand seemed to move.
The Sea of Memories unfolded beneath Dao Qiongchang's feet, and scenes continuously flowed backward.
Very quickly, it traced back to the moment on a street in the Southern Domain when a Divine Secret sorcerer was handing out flyers and had handed one to a certain sickly invalid.
"Divine Secret Thirty-Six Forms Retro-Tracing Technique!"
That was...
In this instant, Xu Xiaoshou was utterly moved.
Who else could the sickly invalid in the scene be, if not Ba Zunan?
Dao Qiongchang gripped the severed hand and hurled it forward with all his might.
Within the scene floating in the Sea of Memories, that right hand from the first-person perspective went a step further and heavily patted Ba Zunan on the shoulder.
History seemed to be rewritten in that instant.
Ba Zunan, who had originally been walking normally down the street, felt his shoulder sink. His body paused slightly, and then he slowly turned