Lu Yun slowly shifted from a stiff expression to outright ashen faced. His scalp went numb and it felt like his brain was about to explode.

He was extremely uneasy.

The Curse King had mentioned “breaking out”—plainly, he knew something about the constant loops of reincarnation, despite not knowing that Lu Yun’s future dao fruit self had personally experienced many of them. If he wasn’t one of the conductors of the loops, he was at least an informed participant.

The Curse King had snuffed out more than ninety percent of his memories before his replica met its end. Only fragments of falsehood intermixed with truth remained to bewilder Lu Yun. Anything regarding the truth of existence and the endless reincarnation...