"Fellow Daoist Ling? Ling Yue Shang? So... this is my name? No wonder it sounds so familiar!"
Ling Yue Shang continued speaking, asking a question yet seeming to mutter to herself.
Her eyes flickered, dazed yet clear.
"Hmm? Fellow Daoist Ling, this is..."
Su Shi'er's expression changed slightly. His gaze fell on Ling Yue Shang, particularly on the bizarre pattern formed from a hair-thin strand of dark light that had appeared between her brows. A thought immediately flashed through his mind.
Before he could finish speaking, Ling Yue Shang nodded and said, "That's right. I've lost my memory!"
Su Shi'er hurriedly asked, "Lost your memory? Fellow Daoist Ling, do you... remember nothing now?"
What Ling Yue Shang said was precisely what he had been thinking.
For such a thing to happen to a cultivator at the Great Perfection of the Spirit Severing stage was truly difficult to imagine.
Yet he had felt the Dark Light Consciousness that had entered both their Sea of Consciousness deeply.
Moreover, when they had fallen into the abyssal fissure, they had endured that divine sense assault like raging billows and towering waves along the way.
His own Primordial Spirit had already advanced further, yet the instant he came into contact with it, the impact had shaken his consciousness and knocked him unconscious.
If it had been the Ling Yue Shang from before, one could easily imagine that she would not have fared much better.
Most likely, the Dark Light Consciousness and Ling Yue Shang's own consciousness had both suffered the impact, falling into unconsciousness at the same time.
During that process, some change must have occurred between the Dark Light Consciousness and Ling Yue Shang's consciousness. Thus, Ling Yue Shang had not been possessed by that Dark Light Consciousness, while it left behind these strange,