Anyone who knew better would recognize this as Sacred Ruins. Anyone who didn't might think it was a world built on chaos and madness.
But why did Lord of Mysteries feel so strangely familiar?
Meng Chuan fell into thought, unsettled.
Of course he knew what Lord of Mysteries was. But where had this inexplicable familiarity come from?
And when Chu Feng and the others formed the Myth Evolution Team, Meng Chuan had instinctively thought it was a flop of a name. Immortal Traces sounded better.
Myth, Immortal Traces—those names stirred his memory. A story called The One and Only surfaced, vivid and clear.
Then there was Wu Qifeng, the Great Grandmaster of Wudang Mountain on Earth in Sacred Ruins. Hearing him called Wudang's Great Grandmaster had also struck Meng Chuan as strange.
The name Zhang Sanfeng had immediately come to mind.
But what did Lord of Mysteries, The One and Only, and Zhang Sanfeng have to do with him, Meng Chuan?
The world he had transmigrated into was the Shrouding the Heavens World.
As Meng Chuan pondered these things, the mist beyond his Spirituality churned, growing thicker and deeper.
He kept feeling that he had forgotten something terribly important—perhaps one of the most important things in his life.
But what was it?
By now, he could recall the course of his life fairly clearly. A few crucial places remained hazy, but that was no great problem.
For instance, he remembered that he had no Dao Companion.
Why did that feel a little sad?
Though the mist of the future still lingered, its effect on many things was no longer so great.
Transmigration, a Golden Finger, cultivation, Attainment of the Dao, Immortal Ascension, Immortal King, the Chaotic Ancient Era, his return, Sacred Ruins...
His life was whole. Why, then, did this