“So that’s what happened.” Lu Yun finally understood why that creator had been waiting for him. The memories of his past self didn’t cover a plan that included that detail. It turned out that Qing Han had arranged for everything.

When Lu Yun’s past self finished its transformation into a dao fruit, it had been an age of glory still for the mythological realm. The cataclysm that Qing Han spoke of was still an unfathomable aeon away.

“To prevent the new immortal dao from being cursed as well, I destroyed its memories from my mind before I died,” Qing Han continued.

As one of the greatest masters of the mythical realm, countless pairs of eyes had watched her every move. Though they couldn’t read her memories, they could...