Chen Nan felt omnipotent at this moment, and his mind was filled with many memories that told him he had already reached the pinnacle.
Master Xuanming, the Wang Family Ancestor, and others who saw him as an ant were now kneeling at his feet, humble like servants.
Even his beloved Nie Xiaoyu was by his side, able to be with him forever.
Isn't this what he wanted?
Chen Nan smiled, opened his arms to embrace Nie Xiaoyu, who happily ran towards him.
At this moment, the Shariputra on him suddenly activated on its own, and golden Buddha Light instantly flooded into his eyes.
Chen Nan finally regained his senses; those extra memories in his mind were just an Illusion Technique implanted in him.
In front of him, there was no Nie Xiaoyu or humble Master Xuanming, only a withered corpse holding a decaying longsword, thrusting it toward Chen Nan's forehead!
Clang!
