The South Heaven Gate is related to the Heavenly Palace, or more precisely, it is one of the entrances to the Heavenly Palace.
Passing through the South Heaven Gate, one can reach the Heavenly Palace.
In reality, the Heavenly Palace has four great gates: the South Heaven Gate, the East Heaven Gate, the North Heaven Gate, and the West Heaven Gate.
However, only the South Heaven Gate leads directly to the mortal world. The other gates, according to legend, lead to extremely terrifying and dangerous places, though the specifics are unknown.
After Feng Zhirun entered the Heavenly Palace back then, no one knew what had happened.
But from then on, the South Heaven Gate ceased to exist in the mortal world.
However, the South Heaven Gate was a stone tablet, not a gate, which surprised both Su Jinxiu and Su Huamei.
Of course, this was just speculation, but the majestic giant stele, with the three huge characters "South Heaven Gate" inscribed on it, were not in any form of writing they recognized, yet upon seeing them, they understood their meaning.
And on the stone tablet of the South Heaven Gate, there was a massive vortex, with countless thunder dragons shuttling through it. The black and purple clouds were like the sky collapsing, yet the stone tablet below stood firm, exuding an aura that suppressed heaven and earth.
"Sister, is this really the South Heaven Gate?" Su Huamei whispered to Su Jinxiu.
"It should be."
Liu Nanfeng used the Book of Three Lives, but skipped Feng Zhirun's memories and obtained another life, indicating that this life was even more powerful than Feng Zhirun's. The objects in his memories were naturally extraordinary.
"But isn't the South Heaven Gate a gate? Why is it a stone tablet?"
"How should I know?"
Su Jinxiu was slightly annoyed. She couldn't be bothered with the South Heaven Gate right now. She was worried if Liu Nanfeng might have encountered any problems.
However, seeing Liu Nanfeng's previously pained expression slowly ease, it seemed it wasn't a bad thing.
Liu Nanfeng's anomalous state lasted for a considerable time, from morning until evening, with no sign of stopping. The torrent of memories flowed on the halo, occasionally splashing waves, as if reordering themselves at a very fast pace. Many memories, after a mere glance, vanished without a trace.
Fortunately, the two Su sisters were no ordinary people. Even a single glance was immediately etched deeply into their minds.
Su Huamei even used her signature skill. A white scroll slowly unfurled in the air, its surface like a mirror. The flowing memories were immediately reflected onto the scroll and then imprinted.
This was Su Huamei's fundamental technique. Everyone had their own fundamental technique, just like a tree. Without roots, there is no tree. The thicker and more developed the root system, the taller the tree can grow.
This was also why Han Xiangning wanted to seize Su Jinxiu's "White Bone Sitting and Forgetting Scripture." This was Su Jinxiu's fundamental technique, thick and strong. With it as a foundation, countless powerful abilities could be derived, preventing her from being like a rootless duckweed, easily broken.
As for Su Huamei's fundamental technique, it was the dwelling of her soul. Using her skin as paper, her soul as ink, and her spirit as a mirror, she could imprint all things in the world.
Although this fundamental technique seemed powerful, it actually had significant flaws. Because it involved imprinting others' abilities, she could never escape the confines of others and surpass them. Piracy was just piracy.
This was why Su Huamei had never been able to surpass Su Jinxiu.
Unless one day she could break free from these confines, but if she did, it would mean abandoning her own fundamental technique. Without roots, how could she survive?
Of course, perhaps she could think of a better method, but at least for now, Su Huamei hadn't come up with one.
These were digressions. As time passed, the torrent of Liu Nanfeng's memories flowed faster and faster, eventually becoming smooth and reaching the area belonging to Liu Nanfeng's memories. Liu Nanfeng's memories were rather chaotic, and the runes on the halo played an important role at this moment. They emitted a faint light, continuously helping to adjust or repair the memories, making the entire memory process smoother and more fluid.
Su Jinxiu looked on with a very serious expression. There were magical arts that could affect people's memories, but they usually came with huge side effects, as the human brain was the most mysterious organ, and any mistake could cause damage.
The halo before them not only organized memories but also repaired them. It seemed simple but was actually incredibly powerful and exquisite.
"Sister, when will brother-in-law be done?" Su Huamei whispered.
"Should be soon," Su Jinxiu replied.
Since Liu Nanfeng was only twenty-seven years old this year, with only twenty-seven years of memories, the process soon reached its end.
As the last ray of sunlight fell into the river, the light above Liu Nanfeng's head completely receded, and all anomalous phenomena disappeared.
He, who had kept his eyes closed, also opened them. In that instant, the world, which had just darkened, seemed to brighten momentarily, but then quickly returned to normal, making people think it was their illusion.
However, countless powerful beings in this world widened their mouths in astonishment, including the two Su sisters present.
They knew for sure that they hadn't been mistaken. The moment Liu Nanfeng opened his eyes, the world suddenly brightened.
Su Huamei quietly swallowed a mouthful of saliva, thinking that with her husband becoming so formidable, how would she "bully" him in the future?
Su Jinxiu, however, cautiously called out, "Husband."
"Mmm, sorry to have worried you," Liu Nanfeng said with a smile.
"Husband."
Seeing that Liu Nanfeng had recovered, Su Jinxiu excitedly stepped forward and embraced him, murmuring into his ear, her emotions surging.
"It's alright now."
Liu Nanfeng gently patted her back, feeling the softness against his chest.
He looked up and saw Su Huamei standing to the side, gazing at them blankly, so he beckoned to her.
Su Huamei was momentarily stunned, then walked forward. Liu Nanfeng reached out, touched her cheek, and gently pinched it.
Su Huamei glared at him playfully, then grabbed his palm and gently rubbed it against her cheek.
Liu Nanfeng casually pulled her into an embrace as well.
...
The next morning, Liu Nanfeng sat up in bed and looked around, but no one was there.
Thinking back to yesterday, it was truly absurd.
However, Liu Nanfeng's agitated mood, originally caused by the impact of Ren Yang's memories, had completely subsided. Indeed, it was better to let things flow than to block them.
Liu Nanfeng got out of bed and returned to the balcony, looking at the bustling traffic outside, looking at the surging river water.
At this moment, the entire world looked different in his eyes.
If the entire world, in Feng Zhirun's eyes, was a painting, with only black and white colors, he used his sword as a brush and his Qi as ink to splash ink and write freely, changing the world at will.
In fact, all of Feng Zhirun's subsequent abilities never deviated from his achievements in painting skills, and this was his fundamental technique.
Then, Ren Yang's perspective was different. Analyzing all things and tracing their origins was his fundamental technique.
This was originally the ability of a Wilderness Master. The Great Wilderness environment was harsh, competing with heaven, earth, alien races, and alien beasts. Only Wilderness Masters who could perceive all things could lead their tribes to survive better.
For example, discerning whether wild fruits were poisonous or not, understanding the habits of wild beasts, detecting jungle traps, and identifying dangers in swamps...
It was just that Ren Yang's talent was slightly stronger by a hundred million times, directly tracing origins and returning to the true essence.
Like now, he extended his finger and pointed at the river from afar. Numerous water currents converged and then transformed into a transparent aquatic creature, playing in the river.
This was a Micro-light, a creature from the Great Wilderness, composed entirely of water, feeding on tiny organisms in the water. When illuminated by sunlight, its entire body would emit a faint glow, hence its name.
When Ren Yang was in the Great Wilderness, he had analyzed this creature and knew its origin. Due to its simple structure, he could easily replicate it by manipulating the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. This was Ren Yang's strength.
"Husband, you're up," Su Jinxiu walked into the room from outside.
Liu Nanfeng turned around with a smile.