Memories Regained
Xiao Yan's gaze shifted slowly across the battlefield.
The chaos of battle had faded, leaving behind only fragments of destruction scattered across the Celestial Realm. Broken stone floated in the void, while faint traces of spiritual energy drifted like smoke after a storm.
His eyes finally settled on Hao Nan.
The Celestial immortal stood several meters away, her face pale as the realization of defeat settled upon her. The fall of the Ansha had shattered the confidence of the remaining Celestial forces.
She turned suddenly.
Trying to flee.
But she had barely taken a step before Di'or appeared in front of her like a blade cutting through shadow.
Hao Nan tried to move again—
Too late.
Di'or seized her swiftly, locking her movements with a binding spell that sealed her spiritual energy completely.
The golden chains of magic wrapped tightly around Hao Nan's arms and legs.
"You're not going anywhere," Di'or said coldly.
Hao Nan struggled for a moment, but the restraints held firm.
Within minutes she was taken away and imprisoned safely, removed from the chaos of the battlefield. Guards escorted her to a sealed chamber where she could no longer influence the events unfolding in the aftermath of war.
The Celestial Realm slowly returned to silence.
Hours passed.
The sun drifted toward the horizon, its fading light casting long shadows across the floating islands. The once-glorious battlefield now looked strangely calm.
Inside a quiet chamber, Xiao Yan sat alone.
He sat on the edge of his bed, his posture rigid, his hands resting on his knees. The room was dim, illuminated only by the faint glow of the setting sun filtering through the window.
A deep frown rested on his face.
Footsteps approached outside.
The door slid open quietly.
LuQi stepped inside.
He paused immediately when he saw his student.
"Xiao Yan… you're awake," LuQi said gently.
He studied Xiao Yan's expression more closely.
"What's wrong?" he asked. "You look… disturbed."
For a moment, Xiao Yan did not answer.
Then slowly—
He lifted his head.
His eyes met LuQi's.
They glistened with tears.
"Master…" Xiao Yan whispered.
His voice trembled.
"I am back to my old self."
LuQi frowned slightly, confusion crossing his face.
"What do you mean?"
Xiao Yan's chest rose slowly as he struggled to steady his breathing.
"I have regained my memories," he said quietly.
A single tear slid down his cheek.
The words hung in the room like a sudden storm.
Memories—long buried and fragmented—had finally returned to him. A hundred years of searching, confusion, and half-truths had suddenly become clear.
At that exact moment—
The door burst open.
"Xiao Yan!"
Mi-An rushed into the room.
Her eyes were wide with concern and emotion as she hurried toward him. Her hair swayed behind her as she moved quickly across the floor.
She had clearly come the moment she heard he had awakened.
When she reached him, she stopped only inches away.
For a moment—
Neither of them spoke.
The weight of a century settled silently between them.
A hundred years of battles.
A hundred years of losses.
A hundred years of longing.
Everything they had endured seemed to fill the room, heavy with unspoken feelings.
Mi-An's hands trembled slightly.
Xiao Yan looked at her, his expression softening as the restored memories reshaped the emotions in his heart.
Their reunion carried more than relief.
It carried the quiet promise that their story—
Was far from finished.