"Out..."
Feeling his feet touch the ground again, Nie Yun swayed slightly and opened his eyes.
Before him still stood countless figures—the people of Sword Spirit Valley.
Beneath his feet was the sacrificial platform, identical to the place where they had departed from and returned to. It gave him a dazed feeling, as though everything in the Inner Valley had been nothing more than a dream.
"Hmm? I'm actually already starting to forget what happened in the Inner Valley?"
Realizing this, Nie Yun suddenly discovered that everything he had experienced in the Inner Valley was gradually fading from his mind, as if he could forget it all at any moment.
"No wonder everyone who comes out can't remember the details of the Inner Valley. This forgetting is probably the work of a Great Emperor..."
He shook his head hard, trying to preserve his memories, but Nie Yun found that everything was becoming increasingly hazy. He could barely remember anything he had experienced in the Inner Valley.
To make him lose his memories and forget everything, only a Great Emperor likely possessed such methods.
"Nie Tong, can you still remember what happened in the Inner Valley?"
He turned to look at his younger brother beside him.
Having returned to the sacrificial platform, he and his brother were still standing together. Lu Xuan, Lu Beihuang, and the others were nearby as well.
"I can. What's wrong? Brother, don't tell me you've forgotten?" Nie Tong looked over in confusion.
"Mm, I've almost forgotten it all..." Nie Yun's expression was grave.
"What happened in the Inner Valley was this..."
Seeing that his brother was about to forget, Nie Tong sent over everything that had happened during those three days with a thought.
"So that's how it is... You haven't lost your memories, perhaps because