The Day the Stars Return to Their Places Shall Be the Day My Lord Descends

Just as Zhu Ping had guessed, similar incidents had occurred among the three sects before.

Some gifted disciples, while passing through the World Gate, had clearly not been tempted by the Innate Dao Body Art, yet still sensed something abnormal. They then went mad.

The Kong Huan Zhu Ping had replaced was treated as one such person. After being brought to Dragonfish Temple and handed over to the abbot, no one bothered with him anymore.

Those who had encountered such circumstances throughout history retained a measure of lucidity and could barely care for themselves, but they were not expected to do anything else afterward. It was enough for them to simply look after their own daily needs.

Zhu Ping knew perfectly well that he had been abandoned. Even Shi Jiu, after secretly finding an opportunity to contact him once, never paid him any more attention.

Over these three months, Zhu Ping struggled to survive beneath the gazes of others who regarded him as a madman. He wanted to sort through that chaotic flood of information, but there was simply no way to do so.

This included the panel. The experience points required on the panel to erase that information were ∞.

If not for the fact that every time Zhu Ping activated the Soul-Scorching Flame, those pieces of information changed to a certain extent, he himself would have given up long ago.

Desperately searching for a way to break the deadlock, Zhu Ping studied several books on mythical martial arts over and over, yet still found no solution.

In the end, he had no choice but to place his final hope in the Soul-Scorching Flame.

Every day, he leaned against a tree and tried his best to calm the countless thoughts within himself, lest his resolve waver. Beside his ears