According to certain records, legend held that this water was not a true liquid, but a tangible manifestation of the world's concepts of purification, memory, and beginnings.
It possessed the immense ability to contain, transform, and impart the properties of "order."
If he could obtain it, perhaps he could perfectly solve the problem of a substitute for holy water. He might even use it as a foundation to develop more powerful exorcism weapons that did not rely on any external divine pantheon.
Of course, that was only the official explanation.
Wu Heng had not come here solely for that.
His figure vanished into the shadow passage, heading toward that place hidden within the cracks of reality, where oblivion and dreams intertwined.
The nest of the Lord of Slumber was not located anywhere in the geographical sense.
It dwelled in the gap between reality and dreams, in a place known as the Abyss of Forgetting.
There was no distinction between sky and earth here, only endless gray mist slowly revolving.
Countless translucent memory fragments, like jellyfish, floated within it, giving off faint whispers and dim halos of light.
Silence was the dominant melody here; even time seemed to have become viscous.
Of course, this nature god did not possess the divine might to control time. It was all merely an illusion of the mind.
Like when someone slept and felt as if they had dreamed for a very long time, when in reality only a few minutes might have passed.
When Wu Heng stepped out from the shadows and stood within this void, his arrival immediately drew the attention of this place's master.
Like a stone dropped into stagnant water, it shattered the ancient stillness.
The gray mist parted on its own, revealing a path leading deeper within, as if silently