"Don't you have the confidence to unravel the mystery of Changsheng yourself?"
The old man beside him, who had remained silent and made himself invisible, suddenly spoke.
Lin Jingyu and Daoxuan also looked at Xiao Xuan, awaiting his answer.
Xiao Xuan gave a bitter smile. Helplessness and mixed emotions filled his face—expressions they had never seen on this young man before. Then they heard his resigned words.
"I... I am still searching for who I used to be.
Who exactly am I? What memories have I forgotten?
Ever since Master saved me, ever since I woke up, I have constantly wondered why everything about Qingyun feels inexplicably familiar to me, yet I cannot remember anything.
I only vaguely feel that those lost memories are important. Very, very important.
For that reason, I have studied Qingyun's thousand years of collected records, yet found nothing."
Daoxuan recalled that Tian Buyi had once mentioned this matter.
As for the old man and Lin Jingyu, they were astonished.
In their eyes, this peerless genius, unmatched throughout the ages, had such troubling concerns? He had even forgotten who he was?
"His aura? He has come to Qingyun!"
The three had only just heard the voice when Xiao Xuan silently vanished before their eyes.
At the Back Mountain of Dazhu Peak, Xiao Xuan suddenly appeared within the Black Bamboo Forest.
"A Spirit Realm soul really is useful.
Spatial traversal... no, teleportation is a more fitting term."
"Junior Brother Xiao?"
"Eighth Brother, you have come out of seclusion?"
He looked at Tian Buyi and Zhang Xiaofan before him.
"Master, Senior Brother Xiaofan!
Senior Brother Xiaofan, I heard from Senior Brother Lin about what happened to you.
You joined the Ghost King Sect because Ghost King promised you some method to resurrect Bi Yao.
But reviving the