Carefully perusing his memories, Xu Yangyi still didn’t find a fitting objective.

After four hours, he furrowed his brows. However, his gaze immediately fell to another memory.

Mottled and jumbled, his memories were like a heap of trash. Still, there was some undiscovered talent in the garbage. His good few differentiation methods were all found from it. 

In the mist-colored world of his spiritual sense, a golden pearl was floating. This… was a sliver of Butterflymother Southflower’s memories!

“Don’t disappoint me…” His spiritual sense sunk in. As soon as he entered, he suddenly felt his head swoon.

Butterflymother Southflower… It was unknown how long she’d lived, and she’d moreover traversed countless dreamlands. A thread of her memories, to normal people, was practically a decades-to-a-hundred-years-old object stiffly forced into the mind. Even Xu Yangyi couldn’t bear it.

Moderating his breathing for a couple dozen minutes, he finally relaxed and began touring Butterflymother Southflower’s unabridged memory fragments.

A week later, he was sitting solemn-faced inside his cultivation room. He was recalling two memories with a little troubling difficulty. They really were something else!

The specifics had been plucked from whoever’s memory, and Xu Yangyi no longer wanted...