Enveloped by Chen Yang's divine awareness, Yan Ming saw only countless scenes flashing past before his eyes.
Every one of those scenes showed sights he had never witnessed before, and with the appearance of each image, a memory buried deep within his mind began to stir.
"Are these... the memories he left behind?"
Yan Ming stood within a space like a corridor of dreams. During this brief journey through it, a vast torrent of memories erupted within him.
These memories had entered his body along with the divine power he had refined. Only today, under the influence of Chen Yang's divine power and the Cambang Divine Palace, did they reveal their true forms like thawing glaciers.
Before Yan Ming could sort through those immense and tangled memories, the chaotic scenes around him froze once more.
Steadying himself and raising his gaze, he saw an enormous purple palace standing in the depths. The majesty and grandeur radiating from it made him instinctively feel reverence and the urge to worship.
"D-Divine Palace... This is the Divine Palace!"
Yan Ming quickly found a description of the object before him within the memories that had just awakened. Then he lowered his eyes to his golden spirit body and murmured, "I am no longer a Spirit of the Secret Realm. The Immortal Dao... the Divine Dao... I am a cultivator of the Divine Dao. I am a god!"
As he spoke to himself, a light and graceful figure drifted over.
"What you say is correct, fellow Daoist. You and I are indeed travelers upon the same road."
At the sound of that clear and gentle voice, Yan Ming turned to look and saw another divine body arrive at his side.
Unlike his own dazzling golden radiance, this divine body glowed with a dreamlike pale pink