I don't know how long he had been flying, but Han Guang suddenly saw a world veiled in hazy light. It was a hundred, even a thousand times larger than any Time-Space Shard he had seen before, and it stirred an inexplicable sense of familiarity in him.
It has to be this one... His heart stirred, yet a leisurely smile curved across his face, as though nothing in the world could trouble him.
Forty years after that dream, he had been unable to sense this Time-Space Shard at all. Even when he reached out to his other selves across the myriad worlds, he had found no trace of it, as though it truly had been nothing more than a dream.
He descended, concealed himself, and quietly entered Jade Emperor Mountain. Every restriction he passed through seemed as if it did not exist.
"Xu He was reduced to ashes by a strange tribulation of lightning... and it happened just as I escaped the 'dream' and returned to reality. It seems someone deliberately erased every trace of my existence in this world..." In the Scripture Pavilion, Han Guang held a Xuantian Sect text in his hands and flipped through it with an easy, carefree air. People came and went around him, and everyone who saw him seemed to think his presence perfectly natural. "Daoist Shou Jing, on the other hand, went on to attain the Dharmakaya. He lived until just a few years ago, when his lifespan ran out and he passed away in meditation, then was buried in the mountains... That's a little strange..."
Han Guang put the text back exactly as he had found it, clasped his hands behind his back, and strolled away. In an instant, he appeared outside Daoist Shou Jing's tomb.
The tomb was small, built in