"Recover her memories?"
Hearing Xu Zimo's words, the Xuanming Goddess sighed.
"I once wandered through the River of Time, tracing the tracks of fate, but unfortunately found nothing.
A stretch of my River of Time had become empty.
No matter how hard I searched or tried to mend it, it was all in vain."
Xu Zimo did not know what to say upon hearing this.
This was the first time he had encountered such a situation.
A person's River of Time had been severed.
Normally, even if it broke, the River of Time would repair itself.
Unless one had torn apart one's own River of Time and hidden it away.
But the Xuanming Goddess did not remember it.
If that was the case, there was no point in Xu Zimo asking her.
He still had many curiosities about the era of Ancient Gods' Enlightenment. What a pity!
"I need the inheritance of the Xuanming Ancient God," Xu Zimo said.
"I can give you that. It was agreed upon from the beginning," the Xuanming Goddess said.
"But can you answer one question for me?
Of course, you may choose not to answer."
Xu Zimo nodded.
"What is the meaning of your Felling Heaven?" the Xuanming Goddess asked.
"You led the Devil Race in Felling Heaven time and time again, in those even more ancient eras.
Yet you yourself were not originally of the Devil Race."
"The future of the Devil Race had nothing to do with you. Why did you involve yourself in it?"
"From ancient times until now, you have been defeated time and again, only to revive again and again.
I am very curious—what exactly is your origin?"
That was right. When the previous Devil Masters failed in Felling Heaven, the Heavenly Dao surely should have killed them long