"..Sword Casting Valley?"
Tianyan clenched her skirt, her breathing slightly hurried as she stared at him blankly for a few moments, "How do you know about it?"
Xu Yuan rolled his eyes:
"What do you think?"
"The Historical Records?"
"..."
Xu Yuan smacked his lips, his eyes taking on a somewhat amused look:
"Do you realize how many years have passed since the timeline within the Illusionary Realm?"
As he spoke,
Xu Yuan's face showed a hurt expression, letting out a deep sigh:
"Would you rather believe in these ethereal affairs than believe that I have regained my memory?"
Time,
can smooth over everything.
Ten thousand years before,
the Tianyan Divine Art that once intimidated the strong under the heavens, had already become an obscure secret in present Dayan.
The case of Yantian Art was so; not to mention the even more ancient Sword Casting Valley.