Lu Tiansu's life was vividly displayed.
The complete experience of a lifetime, like a flood bursting through a dam, poured into his mind.
He didn't know that the past life's memories of the Great Sky Demon were so clear and complete.
They seemed even clearer than his current life's memories, like a movie spanning thousands of years.
Yet these thousands of years of experiences were absorbed by him in an instant, truly unfathomable.
The marvel of the brain, the wonder of consciousness, whether human or Demon Clan, both remain far from fully understood.
The aura around him gradually changed.
The seriousness in his eyes dissipated, slowly restoring to its original gentle harmony.
At this moment, outside the hall atop the mountain peak where Qingwu Sword Sect was located, Fu Zheng and Li Yuzhen paced back and forth on the square beneath the steps outside the hall.
The bright sunlight poured down.
The White Jade paved square was spotless, as they paced back and forth across it.
