A mangled monster of blood and flesh stood before him, its eyeballs dangling from its face and gleaming red. The wine gourd at its waist was a skull, its surface devoid of any discernible features.
White maggots wriggled incessantly all over its body. Anyone who saw it would vomit up their New Year's Eve dinner, while the world around them was steeped in a dark crimson, the ground crawling with monsters.
Even with Ye Lin's exceptionally steadfast state of mind, his expression could not help turning unsightly at such a sight.
The scene was simply too impactful.
Once Liu Bai's figure had completely departed, Ye Lin's mind began racing. He promptly turned and left the Firmament Sacred Land.
He was going to Fire Cloud Star. Something he did not know must have happened to those people—or perhaps it was not those people at all, but this world that had undergone some colossal change.
And now, the only ones who could give him the right answer were that group of so-called rioters on Fire Cloud Star. After all, the bronze mirror had been given to him by one of them.
Everything—everything—could only be explained reasonably by those people.
What exactly had happened in the Kunlun Secret Realm? What had happened to him? Why was a portion of his memories missing?
He was an Earth Immortal. The only one who could silently strip away his memories was likely a True Immortal acting personally.
But that was unrealistic. What sort of figures were True Immortals? In the eyes of such beings, he was nothing but an ant through and through, an insignificant nobody. Why would someone like that go to such lengths merely to erase a portion of his memories?
No matter how he thought about it, it was impossible. Therefore, something he