All things had a beginning; few could see them through to the end.
Eight small-seal characters were engraved at the end of the white Jade Ruler, yet they seemed engraved upon Ao Can's heart as well.
That strange sense of familiarity once again flooded Ao Can's heart, followed by boundless emptiness.
It felt as though his heart had suddenly been hollowed out.
Clutching the white Jade Ruler, Ao Can looked at the Sage before him. Paying no heed to the gulf between them, he sprang to his feet and demanded sharply, "Did you tamper with my memories? What exactly have I forgotten?!"
His repeated demands sounded more like pleas.
Over these three hundred years, Ao Can had reviewed that magnificent, sweeping plan in his mind countless times.
This seamless plan was so meticulous that it made Ao Can fear his future self.
Yet the more he examined the plan in his mind, the more hollow he felt, as though he had forgotten something important.
This thing was very important to him, yet it seemed to have nothing whatsoever to do with what he needed to accomplish.
This contradictory feeling often made Ao Can wonder whether it was simply his inability to adjust to this age after traveling to the Immemorial Era.
But when Ao Can saw the Immortal Lord before him, the first Sage of Heaven and Earth, that feeling made him all the more certain!
He must have forgotten something absolutely vital to him!
Faced with Ao Can, who had already lost his composure, the Sage seated upright upon the Cloud Bed merely smiled and shook his head. "'He' should be forgotten, and is destined to be forgotten!"
The Ao Can before him was the sliver of hope for this world that "Life" had traded himself for.
As "Death,"