Prologue

The East Sea Immortal Alliance's vigilance was far poorer than I had imagined. I had thought that infiltrating the Sleeping Dragon Spirit Vein this time would, at the very least, require a fight with the Nascent Soul True Lord guarding it. Yet I never expected that they would only react after I had caused such a huge disturbance...

Within the enormous pit leading from the underground space to Penglai Mountain City, Lin Chen's figure slowly rose.

At this moment, he could sense more than ten divine senses sweeping back and forth across a radius of a thousand li, searching for every suspicious person.

Among them was one vast and majestic divine sense, carrying a profound will. Wherever it passed, Golden Core Cultivators trembled and shook with fear. Clearly, it was the power of Spirit Transformation.

Yet strangely, no matter how those dozen or so divine senses swept back and forth, Lin Chen—the cultivator floating up from the underground space inhabited by mortals, who should have been the primary target of suspicion—repeatedly went undetected by their probes.

No, to be precise, it was not that he had gone undiscovered. Rather, the Nascent Soul True Lords and even the Spirit Transformation venerables conducting the search had subconsciously forgotten him.

Not only that, the records of Lin Chen using the Divine Firmament Gang Law Talisman to summon something into the underground space had been silently erased by an unseen force. Even the traces of his arrival underground had been wiped clean.

Forgetfulness Affects Reality.

This was the power of the Forget Demon Venerable of the Heavenly Demon Cult.

One Dao led to ten thousand arts. For Lin Chen, whose attainments in spiritual qi and the Dao of Dreams ran exceedingly deep, as long as he understood the principles behind a divine ability or