"It's quite embarrassing to admit," Meng Qian sighed, "just to rebel against the divine forces, I've expended too much effort. Because of the creation of magical weapons, we are feared by these divine beings, and we neither dare nor have the means to enter Taoyuan.
Moreover..." he paused. "Moreover, I've lived too long, and many things in my memory are tangled with the true nature of the divine.
So, at regular intervals, I naturally forget a large portion of the past. Therefore... there are many things I don't remember."
"Then the celestial curtain..." Zhang Rongfang asked with a frown.
"Deep in my heart, there's an endless surge of emotion, constant hatred. Hatred towards the divine. But I don't understand why, I only know what I must do," Meng Qian explained.
Zhang Rongfang gazed into the other's eyes and suddenly understood.
The so-called Rebellion of Time was merely a group of miserable people oppressed by the Spirit Flying Heaven, never understanding the truth.
