After finishing all this, Liao Chen let out a long breath. Even his form had grown indistinct. He glared at Xu Yi. "I gave it everything I had. I only managed to gather back these scattered fragments of her soul and seal them inside her body. I nearly worked myself to death just to get this far. I truly can't do any more."
"In short, this woman is well and truly dead. Her soul and spirit are both gone. Even though I sealed her flesh and blood, bringing her back to life will still be harder than scaling the heavens. There's no hope for it in this world, at least. Still, I've left you a little something to hold on to."
Xu Yi finally put Xue Zihan's corpse, which he had been holding aloft in his palm, away. He bowed deeply to Liao Chen.
Liao Chen waved a hand. "There's no need. Anyway, this is the last time you and I will see each other. With so little energy left, if I enter your river of memories again, I'll probably be annihilated in it for good. I only hope you'll stop stirring up trouble and live a long, long life. Open up your river of memories. I'm going back."
Xu Yi had barely relaxed his thoughts when his vision went black and he fainted. Liao Chen, however, did not disappear.
"Damn that bastard. He's a complete good-for-nothing. Choosing your river of memories as my home was the greatest misfortune of my life. Weakling, weakling, damn weakling..."
Liao Chen seethed with fury, growing more miserable the longer he thought about it.
He had gone to the ends of the earth to save this damn fool, only for the man to turn around and lock the gates to his river of memories,