Entering the Memory Storm, the Nine-Petal Soul-Congealing Flower Appears, Who Else but Me?

A person's life held far too many memories, most of them scattered fragments.

But some memories were deeply ingrained, such as one's own name and loved ones.

A cultivator's life was countless times longer than a mortal's, and their memories were even more fragmented. Yet some things were always unforgettable, even etched deep into their minds, such as the cultivation techniques they treasured more than their own lives!

In the Spirit God Grotto-Heaven, the ancient Great Power's fragmented memories had become Memory Storms that swept across heaven and earth. Yet within them lay incomparably rigorous, clearly defined cultivation techniques!

"It is indeed a cultivation technique, but it's contained within the Memory Storm, making it difficult to comprehend."

Lan Haifang shook her head as she spoke.

Such situations occasionally arose in the Spirit God Grotto-Heaven. Some had tried to comprehend the cultivation techniques within the Memory Storms, but all had failed.

A cultivation technique that this ancient Great Power had committed to memory was certainly no simple thing. How could it possibly be comprehended so easily?

Most of the time, people were torn apart by the Memory Storm before they could comprehend the cultivation technique.

"Heh, how would I know without trying?"

Chu Kuangren smiled faintly, then stepped forward and flew toward the Memory Storm.

Everyone paled in shock at the sight.

"Young Master Purple Moon, you mustn't!"

"It's too dangerous!"

Everyone was utterly stunned, feeling that Chu Kuangren was being far too rash.

Was that Memory Storm something one could enter on a whim?

Over the years, countless people had tried to obtain the Great Power's cultivation techniques from these Memory Storms, but all had failed. Not a single person had succeeded.

In the more serious cases, not even their bones remained.

"Has Young Master Purple Moon become too full