One moment, I fought the Star-Razing General to the death, and we perished together. My body fell like a star, and the marks of my life vanished. The next, the scene changed, and I was back in my youth.
I closed my eyes and sank into thought. Memories surged through my mind.
Five hundred years: from an ordinary life to a height where all beings looked up to me. I reached the pinnacle of talent, stood before the Celestial Palace of the Protectors, and became the foremost enemy of the Star-Razers.
I stood unrivaled in martial prowess, the one of my era. These memories were incomparably real, every moment of loss and freedom vivid in my mind.
Hundreds and thousands of techniques, peerless treasures, secret histories, strange tales, ingenious skills: the sheer splendor and scale of these memories convinced Mo Yu that none of it could be a boy's chuunibyou fantasy.
Then what, exactly, was the scene before his eyes?
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