"I see, so you want to see your family again?", the middle-aged man peered into his memories when he turned silent and found out everything. It saddened him that his bosom friend's family died out like this but unfortunately, he could not bring back the dead. Even if he could, he wouldn't because that would disrupt the balance of the world. Even the Immortal of Destruction was not allowed do that. She was only permitted to allow the living to speak to the dead.
Suddenly, the Immortal of Destruction twitched, and she descended from her throne and walked slowly to the young man with his head hung low, cutting a sorry figure.
No one stopped her because they were all too familiar with this. She often allowed the dead spirits to take over her body to speak to their living loved ones.
She knelt beside the young man and held his hand, making him raise his head, his bloodshot eyes were visible. He looked confused, but when he heard the soft voice of the Immortal, he knew it wasn't the Immortal speaking,
"Xiao Ren, it's not your fault".
A tear slid down the young man's eye and he held on to the cold hand even more tightly.
In his world, the only one who called him Xiao Ren was the love of his life, Ren Jingjing. She was also his half-sister. Her destruction had hurt him the most because it was exactly a day after they accepted their feelings for each other despite their brother-sister relationship that she had died.
Ren Jingjing, who had now possessed the Immortal's body slowly let go of her lovely brother's hand and wiped his tear before leaving the Immortal's body who glanced slightly at Ren Qian before leaving to sit on her throne.
She then said, "Take him to the past, Wu Kong"
Immortal of Destruction rarely spoke. Only she had the audacity to call the Ascension God by his name.
Of course, they did not know why, but no one dared to question anything she did.
In the past, she was very quiet and weak, but in the recent hundred years, rumours claimed she found a legacy of a Celestial Emperor and the depth of her power was now unfathomable.
He frowned but there was nothing he could do. Although he didn't like being called by his real name in front of outsiders, he could not voice it out because he was weaker than the Immortal of Destruction in terms of prowess and combat skills.
Power determined all in the cultivation world.
"Very well then, Young lad, step into this portal and you will be able to see the memory of the past that you wish to see. Mind you, you should not try to manipulate anything of the past as it could affect your future", Wu Kong said, finally revealing himself as an extremely short bald old man and opening a portal with a flick of his hand.
This was the true power of an Immortal, breaking the barriers of time with just a hand flick.
Ren Qian got up and slowly walked into the portal. However, a wormhole suddenly appeared within the portal and a powerful suction force sucked him in.
The Ascension God quickly reacted and shot out a beam of formless energy towards the wormhole, attempting to stop the wormhole from closing. He succeeded but only for a second and a body was thrown out immediately the closing of the wormhole paused.
The Immortal of Destruction quickly caught the body and to her horror, it was his dead body.