Filth was actually Taichu's obsession?
The calamity that the Myriad Heavens and Worlds shunned, the source of the Demon Realm's destruction, the abyss the Immortal Emperors had spared no human lives to fill...
Its true origin was actually the price Taichu had paid to keep him here?
This was too absurd, and too despairing.
As long as Taichu still existed, Filth would never dissipate.
If he himself had already fallen, then Taichu was this world's sole master.
How were you supposed to resolve a Creator's obsession?
Fragments of memory kept flashing through Si Chen's mind, and he instinctively staggered back two steps.
Within those fragments, he saw that empty void.
There were no stars, no life, not even the passage of time or space.
He saw himself and Taichu nestled against each other in the chaos, accompanying each other, living alongside each other.
He saw Taichu recklessly sever his own origin source as he, the Origin Sun, was about to go out, forcibly dragging him back into the present world.
The memories were fragmented, but they were real.
He truly had fallen.
So was that precisely what had caused him to lose this part of his memory?
If that really was the case, then what about the other part?
Those memories of him above the nine heavens, coldly watching countless civilizations rise and fall.
And that black-haired young man who had stood atop a mountain on a certain blue planet and exchanged a glance with him.
"I've already been the sun for five billion years..."
Si Chen murmured those words softly.
Five billion years?
Before the Origin Sun collapsed, even the concept of time had yet to be born, so how had those five billion years been measured?
Could it be... that these were the false memories?
Had they been...