"I am the Ginseng Fruit Spiritual Root. My name is Zhen Yuanzi."
The young Daoist's figure was slowly fading, but an unyielding light shone in his pitch-black eyes as he murmured to himself.
Yet the memories of his own future seemed to have been severed at a historical node in the River of Time, a vast stretch forcibly gouged out of his sea of consciousness.
This loss of memory was precisely the main reason the young Daoist, an incarnation of the Ginseng Fruit Spiritual Root, had become a phantom whose body was rapidly fading.
"Was it that fellow Daoist Primordial Azure Vine, who obtained ten Ginseng Fruit Spiritual Roots and half of Earth's Embryonic Membrane from me? Did he harm me?"
The young Daoist sank into bewilderment.
But.
His memories of everything that had happened in Quiet Mountain Valley over the past two million years showed no signs of fading. His memories of that Primordial Azure Vine only grew clearer.
In an instant.
He swept those ten drops of Three Lights Divine Water out of his Myriad Heavens World.
Over these several million years, Zhen Yuanzi, the Ginseng Fruit Spiritual Root, had already used half of those ten drops of Three Lights Divine Water.
When the image of that courteous Primordial Azure Vine, who had offered Three Lights Divine Water in a fair trade, surfaced in the Ginseng Fruit Spiritual Root's consciousness.
He sighed inwardly.
If only he had not been so eager to trade that half of Earth's Embryonic Membrane to the Primordial Azure Vine back then.
He would naturally not have fallen into this state of bewilderment and lost memories.
In the instant that the young Daoist formed from the Ginseng Fruit Spiritual Root sank into bewilderment and lost his future Great Luo path.
Then.
Whoosh!