Xu Qing stood in the teleportation portal made of star ring hemp. He had all of the requirements, including the star ring hemp from the Immortal Paragon, and the aura of the little golden rat.0

With a mere thought, he could begin the teleportation. But instead, he continued to look up into the canopy of heaven. He was waiting for an answer to the question he had just asked.0

A moment later, an ancient voice echoed out into the minor world, tinged with a faint bit of confusion.0

“I don’t know either.... Years ago, I perished. When I returned, my recollections of the past were that of a god, but at the same time, I had scattered memories of a cultivator.0

“Those two types of memories intersect, and thus, I often feel confused. Within that confusion is a voice that occasionally echoes out when the two types of memories clash. The voice tells me that there are clues left behind in my memories, and that one day, he’ll be able to use those clues to do something. Therefore, he says not to obsess over what I am. I should just walk the path in front of me until, one day, I will meet a cultivator who has a resonance with my memories.2

“When you entered that pocket realm out there, I sensed the resonance...0