Present World:
Wang Quan withdrew his gaze and looked toward the large village ahead.
This was the village Senior Sister Round Face had built to correspond to the safe zone in the Second-Layer World.
He had just sent his Yang Spirit inside to dispose of a few fellows plotting against her, then recalled it.
Rustle!
A book appeared in his hand, containing the memories of those Foundation Establishment Grand Cultivators.
Seated atop the dust and smoke, he contacted the Round-Faced Daoist Nun, then began leafing through their memories.
He had barely read a few pages when a streak of fire came whistling over.
Bang!
The fire burst apart, and the Round-Faced Daoist Nun stepped out.
Her face filled with joy at the sight of Wang Quan.
"Fellow Daoist Flower-Scatter!"
Wang Quan smiled. "Senior Sister."
They looked at each other and smiled faintly. Though they had not met for years, there was no sense of distance between them.
To each of them, the other felt just as they always had.
After exchanging a few pleasantries, Wang Quan invited Senior Sister Round Face to read through those Foundation Establishment Cultivators' memories with him.
Once she learned where these memory books had come from, Senior Sister Round Face sighed. "Those fellows nearly killed me back then."
"To think you quietly killed them without a word."
Wang Quan smiled. They were merely a few Foundation Establishment Grand Cultivators.
Their reserves might have been considerable, but to a Dao Seal Cultivator like him, their little reserves and foundations were as thin as a cicada's wings, not worth mentioning.
Disposing of a few Foundation Establishment Grand Cultivators was nothing.
"Senior Sister, let's first see who they were and where they came from."
"Mm!"
Rustle!
The pages of the memory book turned, and all the past experiences