As Cangxu's soul was being torn apart by the River of Forgetfulness, the few wisps of consciousness that were watching all of this unfold from the dark dissipated gradually.
The erstwhile overlord of the Land of Cangxu was finally no more.
His only evidence of existence was in written history, a sinner loathed by future generations.
It was at this moment when a crack appeared in the Gate of Forgetfulness. A small hand appeared from the crack and tried to be grasping onto something…
…...
Inside the house, Bei Li suddenly turned her head around to hug Lu Wu, who was watching TV, and started wailing.
Lu Wu, who was in her arms, was confused.
"Wu, the one behind the blood ritual is dead. I saw his memories before he died. It was so heart-wrenching."
Looking at Lu Wu, who was still perplexed, Bei Li spoke about what Cangxu experienced before his death and the events of his memories to Lu Wu.
