Time flies.
"After being betrayed, old friends were swallowed by the tide of darkness and corrupted."
The Quiet One calmly narrates the story: "Relying on old memories, he endured for a long, long time. Maybe it was a million years? Maybe ten million years? Or even longer, so long that he already forgot about time."
"Once you forget time, those old memories will gradually drift away too."
"After all, in the span of billions of years, memories of decades, hundreds, or even thousands of years are too brief to support the loneliness of eternity."
And Yun Xi watched as the scenes before her eyes unfolded, the images constantly tracing back to the very beginning of this life.
It was when Li Fan, in the Xuantian Realm, met his two disciples, Nan Feng and Zi Ling.
It was when Long Zixuan and Lu Rang entered the small mountain village without looking back.
