Zheng Qing's thoughts stirred slightly, and his spiritual awareness spread out. In the end, he selected the middle of the three target lights—the fragment of time in which Vortex Brigitte had transformed into Terribull and caused so much trouble in Black Prison.
On the one hand, the "test-firing target" in that fragment had already been killed by him. Even if he killed that Terribull another ten times, it would not create any additional karma. On the other hand, it was because of the knot in Zheng Qing's heart.
Terribull's manipulation of time on the battlefield had directly caused Zheng Qing to open his spellbook and release an uncontrolled Forbidden Curse. After he toppled that slender red Light Pillar standing between heaven and earth, it sliced through Black Prison Castle's defensive array like a hot knife through butter, even shearing off nearly half of the old Xuanhuang Wood's crown in the process.
Whenever he thought of this matter, Zheng Qing felt his blood surge and his face burn.
The demons' jubilant cheers still seemed to echo in his ears.
If he did not untie this knot, he felt it would surely grow into an inner demon someday.
As Zheng Qing's thoughts entered the target light.
Radiance flowed, and that ethereal, distant aura rushed toward them once more. With the light as its core, a scroll of history slowly unfolded before the three young wizards, gradually swallowing the three of them and the Yellow Flower Cat. The scenes within the scroll also slowly transformed from illusion into reality: the nearly exhausted magical environment before the Black Prison World's revival; traces of the blazing spells unleashed by wizards and demons on the battlefield; the demons' roars and the hunters' synchronized curses; the fierce winds stirred by the Archwizards and Great Demons' enormous true