Cursed Yin erupted in fury.
Purple evil energy rampaged, shattering the stone cave, turning the ever-present Way of the Heavens into nothingness.
...
"Splash..."
The sound of water babbling softly in the ears, quiet and beautiful.
Arriving here, the scene before his eyes had yet to form, but Cursed Yin's heart already emitted a chill.
He actually wanted to turn back and leave Bei Huai's world of past memories, but then reconsidered; the Way of the Heavens could hardly shake his true self in the slightest.
Such minor utilization of the Memory Path, how could it possibly instill fear in the mighty and invincible Lord Cursed Yin?
"Hiding and showing, you cowardly rats!"
His fist crackled; Cursed Yin could barely contain himself as he looked around.
The chaos world remained, and underneath lay a Memory River, unknown where it began or ended.
Ahead was the White-clothed youth version of Bei Huai, still turning his back, murmuring something...
"Seal!"
