“Whether it’s a god-level cultivator who is transcending the tribulation and ascending to heaven, or a star slave who is drifting to Cloud Island through the cracks in time and space, they will all experience a severe spiritual shock. When they arrive at Cloud Island, more than 90% of the god-level cultivators and star slaves will lose their memories.”
It’s just that the places where god-level cultivators and Yunliunu appear are different. God-level cultivators usually appear in the teleportation arrays of various cloud islands, while Yunliunu is washed up on the Silver Sand Beach by the sea of clouds. Apart from the surface cultivation level, this is the easiest way to distinguish between god-level ascended cultivators and Yunliunu.
"Lost my memory?"
"That's right, but it's not permanent. It will recover on its own in a few months at most. Of course, this is for those god-level monks who have transcended the tribulation and ascended to heaven. As for you Star Flow slaves, hehe..."
Shu Mo's smile was cold, cruel, and meaningful. "You exist as tools and slaves. You don't need to remember anything. Just remember who your master is."
Tool? Slave? The girl in the cage narrowed her eyes slightly, with a cold light flashing in her eyes.
Although she couldn't remember anything, she really hated these two words!
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On Wuwang Island, in addition to the noisy and messy market that is frequented by casual cultivators, there is also the elegant Xianle Street.
On Xianle Street, there are many restaurants, teahouses, and training workshops where monks can learn from each other and exchange experiences.
A special formation has been set up along the entire street. When walking along it, one can hear the ethereal music, which makes one feel relaxed and happy, and their body and mind are refreshed, and their spirit and soul are unconsciously condensed.
After entering Xianle Street, Sun Aochen felt better listening to the lingering fairy music.
When he saw a woman in white sitting by the window with her chin in her hands and looking out the window below a tavern, an obsessed expression immediately appeared on his face.
Sun Aochen hurried up to the second floor, and Shumo and Lingxiang quickly followed with the cage.
When he arrived at the door of the box, Sun Aochen stood at the threshold, staring at the graceful back of the woman in white with a dazed look in his eyes, and was completely unwilling to speak.
I felt that if I spoke, I would ruin this perfect and enchanting scene before my eyes.
Perhaps it was because Sun Aochen's gaze was too hot, the woman in white seemed to sense something and turned around, revealing a beautiful face that was as beautiful as a poem or a painting.
Seeing Sun Aochen, the woman in white smiled brightly, "Since cousin is here, why didn't you call Ling'er?"
"Cousin, you are getting more and more beautiful!" Sun Aochen murmured as he walked forward, his eyes full of admiration. "Just now, when I looked at your back, it was like looking at the most beautiful painting. I couldn't bear to interrupt!"
As he spoke, Sun Aochen was about to hold the soft and boneless little hand of the woman in white.
The woman in white smiled slightly and avoided him without leaving a trace. "Cousin, how are you and Miss Lan getting along? I heard that your two families are already discussing marriage, and the engagement party will be held next month!"
Hearing this, Sun Aochen's face immediately darkened, and he looked at the woman with resentment in his eyes, "Cousin, you know that I only have you in my heart and eyes. Other women are not worthy of my attention at all."
"That Lan Li is just a little kid, with a body like a bean sprout. How could I be interested in her? If you, my cousin, hadn't insisted on me marrying her, how could I have taken her seriously? I would never have agreed to let my family marry her!" (To be continued)