The clear chime of the bell echoed within the Taoist palace, yet atop the highest cushion in the Miluo Heavenly Palace there was nothing.
Shen Yuan's heart jolted suddenly, and he quickly halted his words.
Tens of thousands of years ago, the Primal Chaos Realm was different from the era after the Great Schism; in this world, if one rashly mentioned the taboo of certain Highest Heaven beings, there was a high probability of being detected by them.
After waiting for a long while, Shen Yuan did not feel any prying eyes from beyond the Primal Chaos Realm, so he steadied his mind somewhat.
As for those blank memories, and the words "Fu Li," Shen Yuan dared not contemplate them any further.
Refocusing on himself, his Mana was in complete disarray due to the influence of the time-space turbulence, and no amount of effort in his cultivation practice showed signs of calming it.
