The Pure Yang Sect Leader maintained the dream's progression. To him, Aunt Zhou's words contained nothing strange or worth pondering over; at most, there was one more missing person.
It was not until Aunt Zhou, assisted by a man who was not old yet looked weathered beyond his years, finished filling out the form.
He looked at the names of the missing persons: Lei Yibing, Zhang Yuanqing.
Only then did the Pure Yang Sect Leader suddenly feel that the name "Zhang Yuanqing" sounded familiar, though he could not recall where he had heard it before.
Chen Yuanjun's face twisted in agony, as though something were trying to burrow out of his brain. His head throbbed as if it were about to split apart.
That thing was fragmented images, incomplete memories, Aunt Zhou's helpless and despairing expression, and an event from nearly four years ago that had been buried away.
The images flashed by rapidly, shattered, and finally turned into familiar yet unfamiliar whispers echoing in his ears, gentle yet tinged with sorrow:
"Yuanzi will be back soon. Forget what happened today. Delete the files..."
Chen Yuanjun crouched by the window, drenched in sweat from the pain, his eyes bloodshot as he muttered, "A-Auntie..."
War of the Gods.
Sensing someone's arrival, the demigods present all turned to look, apart from the Star Lord, who was focused on refining the sun.
Yuanshi Tianzun?!
Once they saw the newcomer's face clearly, they were both shocked and bewildered.
How had this kid gotten in?
It was like an ant appearing on a battlefield where dragons were fighting. Your first reaction would not be to laugh at its overestimation of itself, but to wonder how it had crossed mountains of blades and seas of fire to reach the battlefield.
The Sun Instance was