Shibi Tianluo's master was wreathed in divine radiance and immortal aura.
He sat atop a high platform, expounding the scriptures.
Below, seven or eight boys and girls of six or seven listened, utterly entranced.
At that moment, Shibi Tianluo suddenly said that he had died, leaving the boys and girls bewildered.
A bright-eyed girl blinked. "Brother Shibi Tianluo, you're still alive!"
"How can you say something as unlucky as being dead?"
At the sight of the bright-eyed girl, Shibi Tianluo said sorrowfully, "A hundred years in the future, I encountered a formidable enemy."
"This enemy refined a terrifying Divine Ability and killed me in the Golden Core Realm."
"His name is Flower-Scatter Wang Quan. Junior sister, if you encounter him someday, you must be extremely cautious."
The girl remained bewildered.
Still, she committed the name Flower-Scatter Wang Quan firmly to memory.
On the high platform:
His master fell silent.
He was an immortal of exalted status, so most of his disciples were prodigies of different races.
Over the long years, he had trained batch after batch of disciples.
Though this batch's aptitudes were not the very best, they were still first-rate.
He believed his disciples would become immortals with ease.
Yet a disciple had died just as he began his lecture?
What did this mean?
He was stunned for only an instant before understanding immediately. "This disciple of mine died in the future."
"Because he has a Legend Rating, his thoughts returned to this period, becoming his historical fragment."
"For the next several decades, or perhaps a hundred years, he will repeat himself endlessly within this historical fragment."
"Until his mind collapses completely."
Having understood everything, he instinctively wanted to remember the name Flower-Scatter Wang Quan, so that his future self could arrange for someone to kill him and avenge