The lingering heat of the sparring at the training grounds had yet to fade. Crimson halos of law gradually dissolved into the pale golden clouds on the horizon. Qin He turned and slipped into the departing crowd of cultivators, keeping his fingertips tucked inside his sleeves as he suppressed the faint trace of aura leaking from his body. In silence, he made his way back to his residence in Western Sector Three.
The instant the two layers of restrictions sealed completely, his feigned air of indolent composure fell away. His brows knitted into a deep crease as he leaned beside the courtyard's stone table, his fingertips unconsciously tracing its grain. His voice was heavy and muffled.
"Even the scraps of memory belonging to low-ranking cultivators have been gnawed clean by the laws of heavenly secrets. Any route involving direct inquiries is completely blocked."
The Black Demon Banner hovered above the stone table, black mist gently undulating across its surface. Long Qingyun's soul projection emerged through the banner, his expression equally grave, a hint of contemplation wrapped in his soul light. He remained silent for a full half-incense stick before finally speaking, his voice lowered as though he feared the laws of heaven and earth outside the window might overhear.
"Don't lose heart. This Heavenly Secrets Veiling Art may seem airtight, but it cannot possibly be flawless. The Heavenly Dao has its own order. Forcibly obscuring the information of an entire expanse of heaven and earth defies heaven itself. It consumes the Divine Court's core law essence, so it cannot last too long, much less erase every trace."
He paused, his soul projection leaning slightly forward as his tone grew firmer. "The dao of heavenly secrets has always had gaps. They can seal cultivators' mouths and erase witnesses' memories, but they