After a long silence, she suddenly asked a bewildering question.
Li Fan froze, but before he could answer, He Zhenghao spoke cheerfully, “Haha, Fellow Daoist Li Fan was originally a rogue cultivator from Yuandao Province. He came to the Congyun Sea seeking a breakthrough opportunity.
Seeing his daughter’s unusual expression, He Zhenghao immediately grew serious, “Why do you ask, Xinxin? Did you discover something?”
The identity of “a rogue cultivator from Yuandao Province” was a backstory Li Fan had casually fabricated when he first met He Zhenghao.
But Li Fan knew his own reality better than anyone.
He had never set foot in Yuandao Province.
So why was she asking about it?
Li Fan’s gaze sharpened as he waited for He Xinxin’s explanation.
He Xinxin opened her mouth, hesitating as if she wanted to speak but struggled to find the words.
“Haha, just speak freely, Xinxin,” Li Fan said with a smile.
She bowed her head slightly, looking apologetic. “Please forgive me, Uncle. It’s not that I refuse to say it.
“It’s that... I truly don’t know how to interpret these Eroded Sigils of the Dao.”
Li Fan raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”
He Xinxin hesitated, then used her finger as a brush to draw a picture in the air.
The image depicted Li Fan.
On his back, something was clinging to him.
As the scene shifted, that unseen entity suddenly took a vicious bite out of Li Fan.
Yet in the image, Li Fan appeared completely unaware, walking away with an unchanged expression.
The thing on his back vanished together with him.
Then the image dispersed.
He Xinxin frowned, her voice tinged with concern. “Based on my interpretation of the Dao patterns... it seems that something attacked you in Yuandao Province, Uncle.
“You were injured, but your life was not in danger. Yet the entire set of Eroded Sigils of the Dao shows an Omen of Extreme Peril.
“It’s contradictory.
“That’s why I am not sure how to interpret it.”
He Zhenghao chuckled lightly. “Xinxin, did you miscalculate again? An Omen of Extreme Peril? Last time you divined my fate, it was also an Omen of Extreme Peril, saying I faced death. Yet Fellow Daoist Li Fan is perfectly fine now...”
Li Fan’s heart sank.
Yuandao Province?
The blue crystal in his mind flickered.
He instantly began reviewing every memory tied to Yuandao Province.
Once—nothing.
Twice—still nothing.
Relying on the Unity of Dao Transformation and Mind, Li Fan combed through his past experiences again and again.
At last, he found it.
A cold chill crawled up his spine, plunging him into an icy abyss.
He had never felt terror like this, not even when he escaped the Heavenly Physician by the narrowest margin.
This was true fear. The first genuine fear since his transmigration.
In his twelfth life, in Anchor Year 29, he founded Brightmoon Palace.
Then he entered seclusion to study Sun Zhiliang’s inheritance, the Unlimited Art.
Chu Xingyang’s wedding incident and the early success of Brightmoon Palace’s technique transmission business were events that should have taken place in the same year.
The blue crystal confirmed that timeline.
But in reality, Chu Xingyang’s wedding incident and Brightmoon Palace’s initial rise... happened in Anchor Year 39.
Ten years later.
Those ten years... Where had they gone?