Anchored for one year.
"Ah!"
As if awakening from an extremely long dream, Zhang Fan only felt his head about to split from pain.
His mind was a blank, with no knowledge of who he was or his current situation.
"Fan Er!"
Bai Shuyue came rushing in, her face full of worry.
Her appearance was like a spark, illuminating the blank spaces in his memory.
Scenes from the past began to surface one after another.
"Aunt?!" Zhang Fan instinctively called out, then fainted again.
Three years later.
"The battle with my true self was even more brutal than I imagined."
"Both sides fought until we were nearly exhausted, and the most deadly part was when I activated [Real] so close to the end of the return to god."
"Even though these past three years, I've used True and False Dao repeatedly without pause. That fierce starlight still occasionally bursts forth."
Reclining in a chair and looking sideways at the sunset, Zhang Fan pressed gently on his slightly protruding temples.
