Chatper 1205 (1/2)

"Memory is my most precious thing, and no one can erase it at will."

Yang Xuan gritted his teeth and dived all the way down, always maintaining a trace of clarity in his mind.

Even if the headache is splitting and his memory is constantly draining, he firmly remembers the purpose of this trip in his heart.

Awaken the god of destiny!

Whoa!

The River of Destiny seems to be calm, but it is not static. The more it goes down, the more undercurrents are surging.

A stream of undercurrents, turbulent and violent, scoured Yang Xuan's soul all the time, as if to wash his soul and make it purer.

Of course, this is not a good thing. A pure soul means that the soul has lost its original spirituality.

Only those who have spirits and souls have emotions and desires can be considered alive.

"Who am I and where am I going?"

Gradually, the only trace of clarity in Yang Xuan's mind gradually became blurred.

At this moment, he is like a duckweed, wandering aimlessly in the rolling river, unable to distinguish the east, west, north and west, and will never find the foundation of a foothold.

In this way, he wandered endlessly, wandering, until the end of his life.

"I'm going to die, I'm going to die like this."

I don't know how long, maybe a hundred years, maybe 10,000 years, the desire to survive suddenly ignited in his heart, and he immediately recovered a little bit of wisdom.

Although he still doesn't know who he is, he also understands that he is encountering a great crisis. The icy and biting river water is constantly invading his body, eroding the little bit of wisdom he has.

"No, I want to live, I must live."

At this critical juncture, he snapped his tongue, and his whole body began to glow immediately. The power of reincarnation hidden in his soul burned wildly like a spark of fire, dispelling the darkness and cold around him in an instant.

At the same time, his body was no longer stiff, and the lost memories were rediscovered in reincarnation.

"I am Yang Xuan, I am the emperor of the Demon Race, I want to step on all the gods and Buddhas under my feet, why should I be afraid of this mere river of fate? life."

The memory recovered, his arrogance, his nature, also completely recovered.

"boom!"

Suddenly, a powerful and surging undercurrent rushed in like a big wave.

Yang Xuan was caught off guard, his body was engulfed by this undercurrent, and he came to a strange gray space.

This space is very huge, filled with countless fragmented spiritual fragments, and a few spiritual fragments are even mixed with some intermittent messages.

"I...I am the Immortal Emperor, the immortal Immortal Emperor, one day, one day, I will walk out from here..."

Yang Xuan combined these messages and got a relatively complete sentence.

Obviously, this space was transformed by the remnant soul of a certain immortal emperor, and these spiritual fragments were left behind after the other party's soul was broken. It has been a long time, but it still hasn't disappeared.

"As expected of the Immortal Emperor..."

Yang Xuan sighed, and finally realized how powerful the existence of the Immortal Emperor is.

But how strong is it?

The remnant soul falls into the long river of fate, and in the end, it can only go with the flow and be at the mercy of fate.

"Emperor-level remnant soul, even if there are only pieces of spiritual fragments left, it is definitely a rare treasure in the world. I will see if I can refine it."