Lu Tiansu's life unfolded before him with crystal clarity.
The complete course of his life, like a flood bursting through a dike in an instant, poured into his mind.
He had not known that the Great Heavenly Demon's memories of his previous life could be so clear, so complete.
They felt even more complete and vivid than the memories of his present life, like a film spanning thousands of years.
Yet those thousands of years of experiences had been absorbed by him in a single instant—truly inconceivable.
The mysteries of the brain and the wonders of consciousness remained far beyond the understanding of both humans and the Devil Race.
The aura around him gradually changed.
The severity in his eyes faded, slowly returning to their original warmth and calm.
Meanwhile, outside the main hall atop the mountain where the Qingwu Sword Sect stood, Fu Zheng and Li Yuzhen paced back and forth across the plaza beneath the hall steps.
Bright sunlight shone overhead.
The white-jade-paved plaza was spotless. Their lotus feet stepped across it as they paced to and fro.
Several Qingwu Sword Sect experts waited nearby, occasionally glancing toward the entrance to the hall.
The bronze hall glittered with golden light, like a massive golden beast crouching there.
The plaque bore the two characters "Qingwu," flashing dark green beneath the sunlight.
This hall was the entrance to the Qingwu Cave Heaven.
There were thirty-six steps below the hall, and beneath them lay the broad, level white-jade plaza, immaculate and free of dust.
A gentle breeze drifted over, the scent of grass and trees within it refreshing the heart and spirit.
Fan Yuxuan, dressed in a jade-green gauze robe, came before the two women and said softly, "Ladies, go have something to eat."
Fu Zheng said, "Sister Fan, we're not