Old Zhang heard this, pinched his fingers, and calculated. Runes flickered faintly at his fingertips.
After a long while, he stared blankly at the gradually fading spiritual radiance. His throat bobbed, but he could not utter a word.
A sword came from the horizon—
The thought exploded like thunder deep within his sea of consciousness.
The scene outside Sand City on the Heavenly Road—the thousand-year-old Taoist temple—once again surfaced clearly before his eyes—
The blue-gray Daoist hall had stood outside the battlefield for a thousand years.
Yet in the instant that sword light cleaved through the firmament, the entire hall's beams and pillars collapsed. Half the structure was wiped away, leaving only broken walls and shattered ruins.
Amid the billowing dust, Wang Xian, who had crossed the boundary, fell from the sky and crashed onto him.
"Fuck!"
Old Zhang shuddered violently and blurted out, "Impossible! Absolutely impossible! How could he have such ability?!"
His voice echoed through the void, trembling with disbelief even he found hard to believe.
In any case, Wang Xian had gone to the Demon Realm. No one knew when he could break through the boundary and return—perhaps he would never come back.
At this thought, Old Zhang's heart ached, but he also felt relieved. At last, he no longer needed to hide the things weighing on his heart.
He drew a deep breath, looked at the stunned Old Sword Immortal across from him, and slowly began to speak.
Thus, the stunned Old Gu, who was himself a sword immortal, said, "After he ascended, he underwent the Heart-Forgetting Tribulation in front of me... After waking, he forgot everything from the past, cleanly and completely."
"He didn't even remember who I was."
He spoke the final sentence very softly, yet every word was heavy.
"That explains it!"
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