"It was you!"
In that instant, Qingchao Zong's eyestalks thrust out, as though he had been shocked beyond measure.
Unlike all the other banished immortals on other planets, Qingchao Zong had never shown any sign of awakening. All he possessed were "fragments" brought by the immortal power of reincarnation.
Those many fragments formed two nightmares that had lingered with him all this time.
One was abstract and vague. In summary, it consisted of only one sentence.
"An evil demon devours worlds."
That intelligence drove Qingchao Zong onto the path of unifying the hills and consolidating his entire race.
The other, however, was exceptionally concrete.
It was a death match amid raging flames. A death match between "him" and "another dying enemy." Flames wrapped around both sides, yet neither cared. Both creatures were using their last scraps of strength to strike at the other.
But Qingchao Zong did not remember what "he himself" had looked like in that nightmare, nor did he know what the "enemy" had looked like. Those memories were already missing. And the overall structures of the two skeletons' "limbs" had not differed greatly. Thus, he had no way of telling which side had been him.
This nightmare had plagued him for a long time. Yet compared to the previous nightmare, it was not much of a threat—because the skeletons proved that, no matter which one had been Qingchao Zong's predecessor, the outsider who had opposed him was also dead.
But during the process of unifying the hills, he had once sensed that aura.
The "enemy," like him, possessed an outsider's legacy!
Thus, Qingchao Zong had always endured in silence. Deep in his subconscious, he regarded this "enemy" as the final obstacle before facing the evil demons beyond the heavens.
Even before the ritual, when he had caught