"That's not right..."
Suddenly, Qi Yuan paused.
A glimmer of inspiration flashed across his mind.
"I remember what my path is!"
"No, I forgot again."
After an unknown time, Qi Yuan's eyes sparkled with insight.
"I've been enlightened!"
He didn't remember and couldn't remember, but he had been enlightened.
The biggest problem with the Qi Yuan Sutras was that it caused mental confusion and memory loss.
Qi Yuan had always thought that his mind was perfectly normal.
Yet, the trouble with his memory was an undeniable reality.
Forgetfulness... That was his path, his essence, his Divine Skills.
The pain inflicted on me is unbearable, forget it!
The sadness of being cut by a knife is too hard to accept, forget it!
Forget the pain, and there would be no suffering.
Forget that this is a real world, consider it a game world, then… the knife thrown by the world wouldn't be so real.
All along, Qi Yuan had been practicing the art of forgetting.
