"Boom!"
The beastskin-clad youth shuddered violently. Hearing that name, he felt an endless familiarity.
And endless sorrow.
Tears flowed uncontrollably from his eyes, silent and soundless.
In that instant, he understood. The fat girl before him truly knew him.
And this name held extraordinary meaning for him.
"Little Stone!"
The beastskin-clad youth murmured, feeling boundless sorrow welling in his heart, threatening to burst through everything.
Yet he still could not remember a thing.
That only weighed on him more heavily.
A name that meant so much to him, yet he could not recall even the slightest thing about it.
Words could not begin to describe such sorrow.
It left him feeling as though endless emotions were about to surge from his heart, tearing it apart and grinding his flesh to nothing.
It was a pain he could never understand, yet it tore his heart out and shattered him to pieces.
"I'm sorry. I still can't remember who I am!"
The beastskin-clad youth sighed deeply, his aura surging uncontrollably around him.
It was an indescribable sorrow, all of which finally dissolved into a long sigh.
"You'll remember!"
Li Qingyue comforted him. The youth before her bore far too much. Perhaps being unable to remember was a blessing.
"You..."
Li Qingyue started to speak, then paused slightly. A trace of hope flickered in her eyes. "Do you really have no way to send me back to where I came from?"
The person before her was the Desolate Heaven Emperor.
An unsurpassed Immortal Emperor who had stood astride the Eternal Ages, suppressing this world's river of space-time.
As long as he remained, this heaven and earth, this space-time, would never collapse. It was a perfect world.
Unless, one day, someone could break the Desolate Heaven Emperor's suppression.
"Where you came from?"
The beastskin-clad