Boom...!
The instant Xiaohei crashed to the ground, the images before Xu Taiping and Lin Buyan once again became a revolving lantern, changing at lightning speed.
Within those rapidly shifting images, they saw the later generations of the Yi People abandon their campaigns of conquest and embark on a protracted endeavor to bring down the sun.
They found better bows and forged better armor and sharper swords.
Yet even after centuries had passed, that extra Great Sun still hung high in the sky.
Xiaohei saw off one leader of the Yi People after another, and the despair in his eyes gradually turned to numbness.
Later, as the descendants of the Yi People dwindled, so too did those who worshipped the Hound God.
In the end, Xiaohei was forgotten little by little, eventually reduced to a Yin God and banished into the Wilderness.
Then this scene repeated once more, cycling over and over.
"Ah..." Watching these passages of Xiaohei's past within his Divine Sense, Lin Buyan suddenly heaved a long sigh. "So Xiaohei has always carried such a heavy past in his heart. No wonder it became his heart demon."
Xu Taiping asked with some curiosity:
"Fairy Buyan, do you have any memory of this tribe, the Yi People?"
Lin Buyan shook her head:
"I've never heard of them."
Lin Buyan immediately added:
"In Primordial Antiquity, Shangqing, Taiqing, and Sumeru were connected. Besides these Three Realms, there were also many minor worlds."
"And the Wilderness was the central nexus of all worlds."
"Although Xiaohei was ultimately banished into the Wilderness as well, the world he came from most likely wasn't Shangqing, or even Taiqing or Sumeru."
"So even the Heavenly Officials of old might not have heard of the Yi People's past."
"Otherwise, I couldn't possibly never have heard of deeds