A Bubble

Somewhere in the Gobi Desert of the True World.

"Ow! Who the hell hit me with a solar fist?!"

Meng Qi clutched his forehead and cried out. His vision was filled with stars, his head spun, and a burning pain radiated from his brow, where a swollen red lump had already risen.

"This bald donkey still dares to lose focus?!"

White-Headed Vulture An Guoxie was so angered by the monk before him that he laughed.

Facing a powerful expert who had opened all Nine Apertures and ranked thirty-sixth on the Human Ranking with merely an Aperture-Opening Stage cultivation, this man actually dared to act like he was sleepwalking. He was practically courting death.

His gaze darkened. He raised his right hand and launched a heavy, forceful strike, intending to take this chance to beat the bald donkey half to death.

Yet Meng Qi instinctively raised his head at that moment. The ancestral aperture between his brows wriggled slightly, swelling as though it were about to burst.

This was no illusion. A huge lump had appeared on Meng Qi's forehead, making him look as if he had just been stung by a hornet.

The horrifying sight startled even An Guoxie, and his movement unconsciously slowed by a fraction.

Why did this monk look a little strange?

Pfft!

A deflating sound rang out, like a balloon being punctured. The swollen red lump abruptly shrank, followed by a fierce mental shockwave that swept in all directions.

The swelling and pain in his forehead vanished completely, and Meng Qi understood what that thing was.

He possessed all the memories from another Worldline and knew countless cultivation techniques and secret arts.

It was as though he had inherited all the memories of a Dharma Body Human Immortal named Meng Qi, one who cultivated the Eight-Nine