The moment Twelve's slightly excited voice rang out in Qin Yang's mind.
The last remaining part of the Un-permittable Realm vanished at the same time.
That sliver of connection was severed completely, and the trace of thought that had fallen over here was left behind forever.
Qin Yang used the Plastic Black Sword to cut it off, while Twelve worked with the White Jade Divine Gate to capture that wisp of thought and transform it into a Peach Blossom Petal.
Even if the other party possessed abilities reaching the heavens, he could never retrieve this wisp of thought, much less trace it here and discover who had done it or how.
According to legend, that restriction, like the precepts and laws of heaven and earth, had been created jointly by the Three Heavenly Emperors.
They had wanted to go even further and cut off humanity's inheritance outright, but unfortunately, they could not accomplish it.
After paying no small price, they had only managed to impose the restriction that "the Dao must not be divulged recklessly, and methods must not be lightly passed on."
Once Human Race cultivators reached a certain level of strength and comprehension, they were still capable of personally writing down canonical tomes.
Yet such restrictions still had considerable effect. If one opened the records of old and did a little counting, one would know how many classics had been lost forever, vanishing into the river of time.
Back in the Great Wasteland, Qin Yang had witnessed similar things in his own era. Once canonical tomes were lost and the last inheritors perished without the ability to leave behind new ones, it was essentially equivalent to complete extinction.
Only sects like the Dao Sect, which regarded passing on the flame as their foremost duty and would cast aside