"Whoosh!"
Fireworks illuminated the Heavenly Peak, and dark clouds were dispelled by the light.
The night at Lotus Peak was livelier, yet standing atop the mountain, gazing at the mortal world, a sense of solitude lingered in the heart. Because fireworks would vanish, the liveliness wouldn't last long.
Xie Xuanyi stood on the summit of Lotus Peak, quietly watching the fireworks bloom, fall, and wither.
This was one of the few "profound memories" in his first lifetime's cultivation journey.
The year of his fourteenth birthday.
He wasn't practicing swordplay in the dojo but came alone to the mountaintop.
The years passed like a fleeting moment.
Some memories have been left in the crevices.
Some remain as fresh as yesterday.
After colliding with the Void Thunder Marsh of the Bai Ze Secret Tomb, Xie Xuanyi's consciousness sank into a brief chaos.
A few breaths later, he appeared here.
He returned to his "fourteen years old" self.
