Things were calm over the subsequent days and nothing of note took place.

With Lu Xiaochi emerging from seclusion to take the helm, Lu Yun couldn’t be bothered exerting the same effort as before for the family’s affairs. He spent his days in his typical indolence and lackadaisical pleasure seeking.

Nor did the Origin Sect send more people against him. In their view, a soul separation powerhouse was more than enough for a foundation establishment boy.

Jiang Feng and Mo Qiyue headed for the Profound Wing Empire.

……

It was a starry night with no sign of the moon, Lu Yun sat in his yard with a jar of wine. The bleak autumn wind howled through the trees—mid autumn was upon the world.

“What a pity that the memories of my three thousand lifetimes are independent of each other. It would be so helpful if they were interconnected and could be referenced against each other.” Lu Yun’s straight brows drew together as he laughed ruefully at himself.

In his current state, he was just the collection of memories from three thousand powerhouses. While they were rich in experiences, they could not be overlaid on each other.

Storing the memories of three thousand...