"Isn't this perfectly normal?"
Ye Xiu walked up before him.
"You've nearly forgotten who you are. How could you still remember how to use spiritual power?"
Ye Xiu's words made Han Mingxuan instinctively want to retort.
How was that possible?
He had cultivated bitterly for years to gain the spiritual power he possessed today. After the great upheaval, he had shut himself away for twenty years, allowing those people in the sect to fight freely for power, before finally comprehending the formation left behind by the patriarch.
How could he have forgotten?
How could he possibly forget?
"If you really think I'm lying to you, why not try it yourself?"
Ye Xiu's voice came from afar.
Han Mingxuan raised his head and looked ahead, only to see that Ye Xiu had somehow appeared a hundred meters away.
At this distance, if he seized the opportunity, the formation's might could absolutely kill him...
The awareness awakened within his mind swiftly made its judgment. Yet when Han Mingxuan drew a deep breath and tried to summon the formation, he discovered that the spiritual power within his body seemed to have fallen completely asleep, showing no response at all...
"Idiot."
Watching Han Mingxuan kneel on the ground, breaking down as he wept and howled, Ye Xiu's eyes filled with faint disdain.
The Human Realm's methods were indeed impressive, but frankly speaking, the cultivators of the cultivation world truly had far too shallow an understanding.
It might sound arrogant, but that was indeed the truth.
The degree to which a world developed determined the extent of its changes, and the depth of one's memories was likewise measured by the degree of change in one's experiences.
In this cultivation world, everyone knew only that devoted cultivation could grant longevity. With their minds wholly immersed in