"Forget everything?"
Han Muye turned his head, his gaze falling into the deep shadows of the Divine Abyss.
Above the Divine Abyss was that dazzling world.
In this world, he, Han Muye, had practiced the sword dao, had refined immortal techniques.
He, Han Muye, once bore the weight of this world, supporting endless lives.
He, Han Muye, once had passionate brothers in this world, intimate lovers, disciples, legacies…
"To reach the true other shore, one must forget all that lies here…" Han Muye shook his head, his expression indifferent, "I don't want to forget."
At his words, the Primordial Creator opposite him laughed heartily towards the heavens.
"This is the true spirit of life!"
"Every step we've walked, every person we've loved, why should we forget, how can we forget?"
Bright light shone in the eyes of the Primordial Creator, his powerful presence surging upwards.
It was as if a crack had been torn in the Divine Abyss; the world itself seemed on the verge of shattering.