The silent void stretched boundlessly, its beginning impossible to find.
Ye Tian walked within it and sighed faintly to himself. There was truly too much he could not understand.
He looked back at the place where he had torn open a rift, shook his head slightly, and departed from there.
At that moment, he unexpectedly felt lost. Although his Dao had already surpassed beings above Saints and reached the Transcendence Realm, he even knew that realms existed beyond Transcendence.
Yet he was no longer in a hurry to seek the so-called Dao. Where exactly was the Dao path? Where was its end? It was difficult to distinguish, and even harder to contend for.
Looking back on the road he had traveled over the past ten thousand years, he had abandoned far, far too much for breakthroughs and for the Dao.
Having reached this point today, recalling it now gave him an unbelievable feeling. It had been too long ago.
So long that it felt indescribably unreal.
He had clearly experienced it all himself, yet so much of it had begun to blur.
With his Dao cultivation, it should have been impossible for his memories to be erased or forgotten.
So long as he wished to remember them.
Yet in the memories he recalled now, the self who had always pressed forward resolutely, who had always cultivated with unwavering determination, seemed like another person.
Not himself.
It was like watching someone else's journey to attain the Dao.
Ye Tian took a deep breath, emptied his mind, and slowly closed his eyes.
He did not leave. Instead, he sat cross-legged and became congealed where he was.
He did not cultivate, nor did he comprehend any Dao.
Saints, Daluo Golden Immortals, True Immortals, Transcendence above Saints, even realms beyond Transcendence—
He forgot them