Wu She stood up and rubbed his temples. "My head hurts."
Little Black Tower said, "Why are you still here? Don't you miss Mo Xue?"
"Right, right!"
Wu She seemed to remember something and hurriedly nodded.
Just as he was about to leave Little Black Tower, he seemed to remember something. "Tower Master, where's Brother Qin?"
Little Black Tower said, "He's cultivating, trying to break through to Martial Emperor."
At that, Wu She's expression shook. "Brother Qin's cultivation speed is just too fast. I need to hurry and find Xue'er, then hurry up and cultivate!"
After saying that, Wu She hurriedly left Little Black Tower.
Watching Wu She's disappearing figure, Little Black Tower couldn't help muttering:
"Seems like it won't do much good for you to forget it yourself. Unless you erase the memories of the perpetrator and everyone who knows about this, too."
"So many people know about it. That's simply impossible. What a blockhead."
Five days passed in a flash.
"Ugh—!"
On the fifth floor of Little Black Tower, Qin Guan let out one heart-wrenching scream after another from the Dao Washing Pool.
Over those five days, Qin Guan had endured what felt like ten thousand years of torment and suffering.
But he had withstood the impact of the Dao Rhymes of the twenty-seven Supreme Great Daos on the Myriad Heavens Great Dao Tablet.
From the lowest Pill Cauldron Great Dao to the notorious Slaughter Great Dao, the impact of each Dao Rhyme had brought him to the brink of collapse and death.
At that moment, Qin Guan's body was covered in strange cracks, each one glimmering with the halo of a different Great Dao.
They were traces of Great Daos forcibly imprinted upon him, yet never fully fused.
"Looks like I was overthinking it."
Noticing that the