Fang Che searched around, but to no avail.

It wasn't until one day when he was checking the divine phaseless jade that he discovered that there was a small piece of iron at the bottom of the sea of ​​consciousness.

Iron piece?

Where did this piece of iron come from?

This piece of iron had never been seen before, and Fang Che knew how familiar he was with his spiritual consciousness.

But how did this small piece of iron appear?

When did it appear?

And it’s a rusty piece of iron. If I were to put this kind of thing into the Consciousness Sea Space, it would be very impressive, right?

Besides, how did this thing get in?

This is my sea of ​​consciousness, not a garbage recycling bin!

Fang Che was completely stunned.

He racked his brain and thought about where this thing came from and when he had come into contact with it, but he couldn't remember it anyway.

The rust on the iron piece disappeared very slowly, turning into balls of white light, which turned into the power of divine consciousness.

"This, this..."

Fang Che could feel that this spiritual power was much purer and more condensed than his own original spiritual power.

But where does this come from?

He was certain that he had never seen such a thing since he became Fang Che.

So he even thought about things from his previous life.

But most of his memories from the previous life were blurred. He could know that he had experienced many people and many things in his life.

But everyone's face is blurry and their names are unknown.

I still can't even remember my own name.

As for this piece of iron, I still didn't think about it; I just felt like I saw a brilliant white light.

In the end, I still didn’t think about it.

That night.

He was lying on the wooden bed, covered with his own clothes.

I'm glad I was still wearing Deacon Venus' cloak when I came here, otherwise I wouldn't even have a quilt.

It's freezing weather here now.

Although he has improved his cultivation now and is no longer afraid of the cold, he still has to use his power to resist it. Although his cultivation can be improved faster this way,... Fang Che still likes the feeling of having a quilt covering his body.

As for the iron piece... I don’t want it if I can’t figure it out or have any impression.

This has always been Fang Che's style.

And he is also afraid.

Afraid of recovering my memory!
Chapter completed!