Xing Wu rose into the air within a beam of immortal light and flew toward the heavenly gate.
The closer he drew to that "heavenly gate," which looked woven from peach branches, the more obstructed his divine perception became. Everything that had happened on this land, everything in his past, his loved ones and attachments, grew blurred in his memory, impossible to recall.
He was forgetting everything about the human world.
Just then, a cry pierced the night sky, drifting over from the north.
Xing Wu looked toward the voice and saw a boy appear. Two Supernatural Ability Users had lifted him with a Secret Method, holding him in midair as he called to Xing Wu again and again, calling for his elder brother, waving and shouting urgently as though making a final farewell.
The boy's cries stirred his already blurred memories slightly.
"My little brother...!"
Looking at the distant boy, Xing Wu moved his lips and murmured, "Xing Qian, my second brother... I remember you. I haven't forgotten."
Below, Little Bad King also looked north, his eyes lighting with surprise. "Ai Fei, Brother Tiger?!"
Dozens of Fifth Grade experts had appeared in today's battle. The Divine Radiance streaking across the sky had almost boiled the entire Western Province like a pot of water. Even Lin Province, hundreds of miles away, had heard the commotion and seen boundless auras rising like mist.
Ai Fei and Brother Tiger had been hiding near the Western Province all along, intending to contact the Vengeful Ghost Sect secretly to find Little Bad King and the others. Unexpectedly, the moment the battle began, they sensed the auras here and hurried over with Xing Qian.
Outside the heavenly gate, Xing Wu stared at his younger brother, suddenly feeling that perhaps Heaven had not been so cruel