At this moment, Meng Tianhai was nothing like the gloomy figure he had been when wearing another's skin.
Perhaps fifty-four thousand years of repression had gone on too long. Or perhaps this was simply his true nature.
All these years, he had been Fu Lanting, he had been Huo Shiji, he had been Peng Chongjian... The world had never heard of Meng Tianhai; he had nearly forgotten himself as well!
He had hidden for too long, played too many people.
At times, even he could not tell whose figure was rising and sinking within the Blood River.
He needed a battle like this!
He needed to be reminded, needed to be affirmed—to affirm that he was Meng Tianhai of the Mythic Era, and not anyone else.
So when Chen Pu traveled far to Diligent Academy and joined forces with Zuo Qiu Wu to uncover his true name, he welcomed it in his heart.
Though reason told him that he ought to remain hidden for a few more years, make further preparations, and only emerge once he had truly approached a state of absolute certainty—
His emotions told him—he could endure no longer. He needed to find himself again!
More than fifty thousand years had passed. He had gained much, and lost much.
What kind of emotion was that?
Exactly what he felt now!
Boiling, burning, rampant...
"The little brats are as mad as I was back then!"
Besieged by several grandmasters wielding cave-heaven treasures, he unleashed Meng Tianhai's fists to his heart's content!
"Good! Now that's more like it!" Si Yu'an's killing intent surged. His body swelled with the wind like a colossal spirit, the longsword in his hand becoming a peak. Holding up a heavenly pillar in reverse, his sword plunged deep into the Blood River. "You haven't spent