The man known as Jiang Siyuan had lived two thousand seven hundred years ago, a figure of extraordinary talent who rose to prominence through sheer force. He had saved Fang Yuzhu’s life twice. On the last occasion, he stood in front of her, taking the fatal blow from an ancient demon emperor, his life extinguished in the aftermath.0

Unbeknownst to others, Wang Xuan knew Jiang Siyuan had been resurrected, saved by the spectral spirit Shenling, who helped him escape using the Life-Preserving Furnace into a hidden realm. What happened after was shrouded in mystery; both Shenling and Jiang Siyuan disappeared, possibly dead, leaving behind only the legendary Life-Preserving Furnace.0

Now, with Quotian bringing up the past, Wang Xuan was alarmed. Was there something amiss with the Life-Preserving Furnace? How else could Quotian so precisely track him all the way here?0

And was Jiang Siyuan still alive, somewhere among the living?0

The Celestial Sword Maiden drew her sword slowly, purple qi swirling around the blade, resounding through the void, “Don't let his words frighten you. If he really knew everything, why wait so long to show up?”0

Wang Xuan nodded in agreement. The recordings Quotian sent, whether it was drinking tea with Zhou Yun, meeting Professor Lin, or appearing at the dinner with Chen Yongjie, Qing Mu, Zhao Qinghan, and Wu Yin, were all...0