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He should not have forgotten, but the truth was that because of that damned Bewitching God Illusion Realm, Xu Yuan really had forgotten about it.

The Bewitching God Illusion Realm had been a great dream from twenty thousand years ago, but it had not been romantic. On the contrary, for Xu Yuan and Tianyan, it had been a hell under crushing pressure.

Every day and every night, he and she had dragged their exhausted bodies through thoughts of how to survive the next day.

A journey of making enemies of the entire world sounded cool, but when the whole world had been drowned beneath the sea, leaving only the lone island beneath their feet to stand upon, and the Charm God Cherry Tree forcibly imposed the malice of the entire world upon them, fleeing for their lives, hunting others down, fighting, and being wounded became their endlessly repeating routine.

Desperate, yet constantly struggling on through the instinct to survive.

Looking back from where he stood now, it was a fairly good memory. But for the two of them within the illusion realm back then, after enough time had passed, all that remained was numbness.

In an environment where their lives could vanish at any instant, Xu Yuan truly had no time to remember the minor flaw in the Pattern-Stacking Secret Art.

Only after being reminded now did he suddenly recall it.

That night had been deep, with stars and moon hanging overhead. She had stood at his side, surrounded by enemy corpses. Starlight fell upon her little face, stained with the blood of their enemies, lending her a bewitching, sacred beauty.

After the battle, both of them had been covered in wounds.

She panted for breath.

"Xu Yuan, try to use the Pattern-Stacking Secret Art less in the future. After