Just barely finished digesting part of the Memory Path, just read up on the Great Cognitive Technique, Saint Xin immediately activated it without hesitation.
He packed the spacetime turbulence torn apart by the light of memory, and the spacetime on the road to Bazhun'an, with meaningless junk memories.
He wanted to prevent Bazhun'an from coming, to impose obstacles on the way home, and then get stuck at this moment, completely shutting the door of the newly opened path home.
"Confined·Spatial Dislocation!"
Saint Xin seemed infected by the sensitive skin of another world, just glanced at Bazhun'an, not even having time to crush the spirit gem in the ten thousand heavenly mechanism world, all he thought was to quickly close the door.
With one technique sacrificed, the path ahead that was opened up underwent various spatial dislocations, as if huge stones borrowed from elsewhere were blocking the path completely without a trace of analysis remaining.
But...
