The chaotic silver turbulence seemed endless, never ceasing.
Black Black Spirit kept wandering within, searching.
Only Yu Hong, with his Eye of Origin, could see the beginnings of the primordial particles, whether they were part of Quan He, Yiyi, Ku Chan, and the others.
To ordinary people, those primordial particles that had undergone the Great Annihilation looked no different from regular primordial particles.
Standing in the control room, Yu Hong carefully observed the outside world, sensing and repeatedly filtering through the countless primordial particles around him.
Time passed day by day, year after year, in his perception.
Soon, the first to complete the puzzle was Quan He.
Click.
The flowerpot that Quan He was inside cracked open automatically.
Silver-gray particles slowly dissipated, revealing her pair of fair, tender legs.
“My memories are still stuck on the day when I forgot so many things...” Quan He slowly opened her eyes, speaking softly.
“Senior Brother Yu Hong.”
She stepped out of the flowerpot, her entire body naturally clothed in a Taoist robe condensed by her spiritual power, covering her form.