The river of white flowers continued to flow, transforming into a massive spinning twelve-petaled lotus.
The black hue seemed to be the very breath of this lotus, permeating everywhere.
Buzz...
Buzz buzz buzz...
Clatter, clatter.
Bang, bang.
Clang.
Various sounds suddenly erupted.
Li Yuan stared in shock at the distance, only to see people of all ranks collapsing on the city wall, even the obviously extraordinary Daoist from before had completely lost his strength.
One instant, Daoist Qingfeng was pondering how to respond, but the next, he began to forget, with thoughts like "Who am I," "Where am I," "What am I supposed to do" flashing through his mind in confusion.
However, there were still sporadic fragments of memory sprouting up, allowing this True Master of the Celestial Master's Mansion Outer Hall to occasionally recall the purpose of his journey.
But ultimately, these memories were merely fragmented.
Daoist Qingfeng's memories were swiftly being stripped away...
