"Memory is my most precious thing. No one can erase it at will."


    Yang Xuan bit his teeth and dived all the way down. There was always a trace of Qingming in his mind.


    Even if he had a splitting headache and lost his memory, he firmly remembered the purpose of his trip.


    Wake up the God of fate!


    WOW!


    The river of destiny seems calm, but it is not static. The more it goes down, the more the undercurrent surges.


    The undercurrent, surging and violent, washed Yang Xuan''s spirit all the time, as if to wash his spirit and make it more pure.


    Of course, this is not a good thing. The pure spirit means that the spirit has lost its original spirit.


    Only when there are spirits and people have seven emotions and six desires can they be considered alive.


    "Who am I and where am I going?"


    Gradually, the only trace of Qingming in Yang Xuan''s brain gradually became blurred.


    At this moment, he was like a duckweed wandering aimlessly in the rolling river. He could not distinguish between the southeast and northwest, and could never find the foundation to settle down.


    In this way, he drifted and wandered endlessly until the end of his life.


    "I''ll die. I''ll die if I go on like this."


    I don''t know how long, maybe a hundred years, maybe ten thousand years, the desire to survive suddenly ignited in his heart, and he immediately recovered a little intelligence.


    Although I don''t know who I am, I also know that I am facing a great crisis. The icy river is constantly invading his body and corroding his only intelligence.


    "No, I want to live, I must live."


    At this critical juncture, he bit his tongue fiercely, and his whole body immediately began to shine. The reincarnation power hidden in his divine soul burned like a spark, which dissipated the darkness and cold all around in an instant.


    At the same time, his body is no longer rigid, and the lost memories are also found again in reincarnation.


    "I''m Yang Xuan. I''m the emperor of the demon family. I want to step on all the gods and Buddhas. Why should I be afraid of this river of destiny? My life is mine, not heaven. No one can easily take my life away."


    Memory revived, his pride, his nature, also completely recovered.


    "Boom!"


    Suddenly, a powerful and surging undercurrent surged in like a big wave.


    Yang Xuan was caught off guard, his body Shua was swallowed by the undercurrent, and then came to a gray and strange space.


    This space is very huge, filled with countless fragmented mental fragments, and a few mental fragments are mixed with some intermittent messages.


    "I''m the Immortal Emperor, immortal immortal emperor. One day, one day, I''ll go out from here..."


    Yang Xuan combined these messages and impressively got a more complete paragraph.


    Obviously, this space is the soul of an Immortal Emperor, and these spiritual fragments are left after the soul of the other party is broken. Rao has passed a long time, but they still haven''t disappeared.


    "Worthy of being the Immortal Emperor..."


    With emotion, Yang Xuan finally realized how powerful the Immortal Emperor level was.


    But how strong is it?


    The remnant soul falls into the long river of fate. After all, it can only drift with the tide and be at the mercy of fate.


    "Immortal Emperor level ghost, even if there are only pieces of spiritual fragments left, is definitely a rare treasure in the world. I''ll see if I can refine it."


    When he thought of it, Yang Xuan first inspired the power of the dark god, and then secretly operated the silk refining technique to lead the strands of soul silk out of the body and wound around the pieces of spiritual fragments in all directions.


    Strands of soul silk, sharp as a sharp blade, easily plunged into countless spiritual fragments and began to devour madly.


    Originally, filigree alchemy did not have this function, but with the blessing of the power of the dark god, it played an almost predatory ability.


    One of the functions of the dark god is to devour. The more it devours the souls of living creatures and the stronger the souls of the strong, the more powerful the dark god is.


    In fact, the God of Styx wanted to devour Yang Xuan''s soul, so he came to the dark demon world at any cost.


    Unfortunately, he didn''t succeed in the end. Instead, he lost a part of his body for nothing. Even part of the dark god in his body has completely become Yang Xuan''s private property.


    "It''s feasible!"


    Yang Xuan was so excited that he could clearly feel the spiritual power transmitted from the strands of soul silk.


    This is the spiritual power of an Immortal Emperor. Although there is only a small part, it also makes Yang Xuan infinitely useful. His spirit is undergoing great changes with the disappearance of spiritual fragments.


    This change is a development in a good direction. His spirit is becoming stronger all the time, and the power of the dark god is also increasing day by day.


    The speed of time passing in Hanoi of fate was zero. Yang Xuan didn''t know how many spiritual fragments he had refined. He didn''t wake up from the unspeakable wonderful state until the spiritual fragments in this space disappeared.


    However, just then, an angry voice sounded in this lonely space.


    "Unforgivable, it''s unforgivable. No matter who you are, you shouldn''t destroy the Immortal Emperor''s last hope of rebirth."


    The voice was still there, and the whole space suddenly vibrated violently. Then, a void crack appeared, and an ancient coffin flew out of it.


    "What is this?"


    Yang Xuan was surprised and saw a hand suddenly stretched out in the ancient coffin.


    It''s a human hand. Although it''s dry and shapeless, it''s really a human hand.


    "The Immortal Emperor hid his coffin and buried it under the river of fate. It''s really a strange thing."


    Yang Xuan was not stupid. He soon found out who the owner of this hand was.


    As he guessed, the owner of the hand showed his complete body in an instant.


    It was an old man with the same withered and no flesh, but he wore an immortal imperial robe, inlaid with countless jewelry patterns, which was more gorgeous and precious than the costumes of emperors on earth.


    "Who are you, living or dead?"


    Yang Xuan looked dignified and was not sure whether the other party was still alive.


    "Ha ha, it doesn''t hurt to tell you. I''m the Immortal Emperor of Jiuyou, who once awed the small world of Xiandao on the 49th road."


    "So, you can''t rank any number in the Xiandao world on the 81st road?"


    "Strange, you are a demon kid. You know the existence of the great world of Xiandao on the 81st road!"


    "I''ve heard of it. I''ve never been there."


    "It doesn''t matter. When I take away your spirit, you will get what you want in the future."


    "Aren''t you dead? A corpse can be robbed?"


    "No, no, no, I''ve never died. If I did die, how could I talk to you now?"


    "How did you do it?"


    "There is an immortal elixir in my body, which always maintains a wisp of my remnant soul. The spiritual fragments you refined just now are only part of my remnant soul, and my most core remnant soul has been preserved for a long time. Until I met you today, it is also heaven that will not kill me, so that I can meet a complete divine soul."