Li Qingshan's figure moved unhurriedly through the chaotic Heavenly Realm realm.
The fierce wind howled, blowing his simple blue robe, but it could not shake him in the slightest.
He did not deliberately conceal his aura, nor did he Zhang Yang. The immense pressure belonging to the peak of the God Emperor was naturally restrained, like a dragon lurking in the abyss, waiting to be unleashed.
However, its very existence is like a boulder thrown into a chaotic lake, naturally causing subtle ripples in the disordered laws of heaven and earth around it.
This will deter those evil spirits lurking in the shadows, driven by a mad will, from easily approaching.
Ever since that Small Bronze Coffin fell and swallowed up millions of miles of land to form a desolate wasteland, he has been searching for clues about his Second Demonic Embryo.
He must investigate the root cause and details of the upheaval that nearly destroyed him and ultimately gave birth to the Primordial Great Demon, a being that wreaked havoc on the Three Realms.
The traces of that brutal demon-slaying war that swept across the Three Realms have been largely erased by the relentless passage of time and the ever-increasing tide of Heavenly Dao's destruction.
The world was filled with chaotic laws and auras of destruction, greatly interfering with the tracing process.
However, Li Qingshan believed that some key clues, especially those involving the Primordial Great Demon, his out-of-control Second Demonic Embryo, and the specific traces before he was finally forced into the Seventeenth Layer of Hell by the combined forces of the powerful Western Heaven Realm.
The identities of the participants, and even the details of the seal, may still remain in some ancient battlefield ruins that were not completely destroyed, or in the deep memories of a few surviving ancient people who knew the truth.
He headed east, to the former core area of the Eastern Heaven Realm, which was also one of the main battlefields in the later stages of the demon-slaying war.
Divine sense, like the most intricate and invisible colossal net, swept meticulously and powerfully across scorched lands, shattered mountains and rivers, and palace ruins suspended in the Void.
He analyzed every trace of chaotic Dao left in the world, capturing those shattered souls that drifted with the wind and were about to completely dissipate, trying to piece together useful information from them.
However, the results were minimal.
The tide of Heavenly Dao's destruction was too fierce, like a torrent sweeping everything away, not only destroying material existence but also annihilating too much history and information.
Many ancient traditions, powerful families, and even immortal lineages have been completely severed in this catastrophe, leaving no trace whatsoever.
He passed by several huge craters or spatial faults that resembled the sites of the fierce battles of yesteryear. Apart from sensing the ancient, lingering, and destructive energy, he could not obtain any more specific information.
On this day, he was flying over a relatively intact mountain range.
This mountain range seemed to have been protected by the aftershocks of some powerful force. Although it appeared dilapidated, with many peaks flattened and the earth riddled with cracks, its overall structure remained intact, unlike other places that had been completely reduced to dust.
Just as he was about to accelerate across the area, a faint, almost imperceptible light appeared in the darkness.
Yet, it resonated with his own very essence in some indescribable, subtle way, a strange fluctuation emanating from an inconspicuous valley shrouded in a light mist below.
The fluctuation was neither the demonic energy he was familiar with, nor any common kind of energy of heaven and earth. Instead, it carried a unique Daoist charm that gradually turned cold, stripped away emotions, and seemed to transcend the world.
This Daoist aura stood out starkly against the backdrop of a chaotic, violent, bloody, and desperate apocalypse, like an ice lotus growing in a filthy swamp, impossible to ignore.
"Um?"
Li Qingshan paused, hovering in the air, his deep gaze piercing through the clouds and mist, casting a gaze down at the seemingly ordinary valley below.
"The atmosphere here is rather strange."
It wasn't a demonic phenomenon, but it exuded a resolute sense of "severance," seemingly related to some extreme technique that cuts off Cause and Effect and isolates emotions.
A thought flickered in his mind, recalling how, during the rampage of the Second Demonic Embryo, he had come into contact with or been drawn into many strange and unpredictable cultivation techniques and mysterious secret places.
Perhaps the unusual aura remaining here is not directly related to the Demonic Embryo, but it may indirectly provide some unexpected clues or lead to someone who knows the inside story.
At that moment, he descended from the clouds, transforming into a faint stream of light, and quietly descended towards the valley, his aura completely concealed, as if merging into the Void.
After passing through a mountain pass shrouded in a thin yet still spiritual mist, the view suddenly opened up, revealing the valley's scenery, a stark contrast to the desolation and chaos outside.
The valley is not particularly vast, covering only a few dozen miles in circumference, but its layout is ingenious, subtly conforming to the way of nature, forming a tranquil world of its own.
A crystal-clear stream, its source unknown, flows gently through the valley, its murmuring waters like celestial music.
Many rare and exotic flowers and plants grow on both sides of the river. Although they are not carefully tended by anyone, they appear somewhat wild, yet they are full of vitality and exude a faint spiritual energy.
In the center of the valley, a small lake, as clear and tranquil as a giant sapphire, lies quietly nestled among the mountains. Its surface is as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the surrounding verdant mountains and the occasional drifting white clouds, adding to its otherworldly serenity.
The most striking feature is on the opposite shore of the lake, where a clear, verdant mountain rises abruptly from the ground. The mountain is not steep or precipitous, but rather exceptionally graceful, as if it were carved from flawless jade.
On the mountain peak, a few simple pavilions and towers can be vaguely seen nestled among the pines and cypresses, their style simple and elegant, without the slightest hint of extravagance.
Unlike the grand and imposing atmosphere of a wealthy and powerful family, it is more like the secluded dwelling of a hermit with a tranquil mind, perfectly blending with the overall artistic conception of the valley.
The scenery here is serene and beautiful, and the spiritual energy here is several times more peaceful and abundant than the violent and chaotic spiritual energy of the outside world.
In this desolate and apocalyptic Heavenly Realm, it is indeed an incredible and rare place of refuge, a veritable paradise.
Clearly, the original owner of this place was no ordinary person. The natural barrier he set up, though Zhang Yang or domineering, subtly and effectively isolated some of the chaotic energy and madness from the outside world.
However, this rare, pristine tranquility was violently shattered by bursts of fierce fighting, the sharp clang of clashing weapons, and the muffled roar of colliding energies.
On the shore of that sapphire-blue lake, and along the winding path leading to that verdant mountain peak, two groups of people were engaged in fierce combat!
The menacing aura completely shattered the peaceful atmosphere around them.
There were about seven or eight people on one side, dressed in a messy manner and armed with all sorts of weapons. They were obviously a group of rogue cultivators who had gathered together temporarily, and most of them were at the Fifth Rank of cultivation.
The leader was a man with a hideous scar on his face, whose aura had reached the Fifth Rank Great Accomplishment.
Their eyes were fierce, filled with greed and malice. They attacked without restraint, their sharp sword energy raging wildly.
The lake cleaved many rare and exotic flowers and plants on the shore in half, turning them into dust, and stirred up turbid waves in the clear lake water.
They kept shouting, their voices filled with urgency and cruelty:
"Brother, the information is correct!"
This valley is so rich in spiritual energy, and it's protected by natural barriers; there must be treasures or legacies left behind by ancient masters inside!
"That little brat is hogging such a good spot all by herself, and her cultivation isn't high at all. There's definitely something fishy about her! Maybe she's gotten some kind of lucky break!"
"Capture her and force her to reveal the secrets and heritage of this place!"
Laozi had enough of living a life of constant hiding and uncertainty!
"Hurry up, lest things get complicated and attract even more powerful opponents!"
Their opponent was only one person!
She was a young girl dressed in a plain white dress, no more than sixteen years old. Her face was exquisitely beautiful, her eyebrows and eyes were like paintings, and her skin was as white as snow. She was like a rare orchid in a secluded valley, pure and refined, untouched by any worldly dust.
However, her face was unusually pale, showing signs of exhaustion, and a trace of bright red blood clung to the corner of her mouth, which stood out starkly against her white dress, clearly indicating that she had suffered a serious internal injury.
The energy fluctuations emanating from her body were clearly only around the Fourth Rank, a whole major realm lower than the group of ferocious Fifth Rank rogue cultivators who were besieging her. Logically speaking, she should have been taken down instantly.
Surprisingly, she moved with extraordinary agility, graceful as a startled swan and nimble as a swimming dragon, always narrowly avoiding fatal attacks at the last second, as if she could predict her opponent's moves.
What's even more peculiar is the technique she uses. With a wave of her hands, her slender fingers form mysterious hand seals, yet it doesn't unleash any particularly powerful or massive energy surge.
Rather, it is a cold, intangible force, almost like a "rule," that is invisible and intangible yet undeniably real.
This power seemed to penetrate the opponent's divine energy channels, causing them to feel stagnant and frozen.
It greatly slows down their movement speed and even subtly affects their mind, causing them to hesitate and make mistakes in their fierce attacks.
It was precisely because of the profound and unpredictable nature of this technique that she was able to barely hold on against the combined attacks of several Fifth Rank experts whose cultivation levels were higher than hers. Although she was at a disadvantage, she had not yet been defeated.
Li Qingshan's figure appeared silently atop an ancient tree, as twisted as a dragon, at the edge of the battlefield. His robes fluttered in the wind as he coldly surveyed the battle below, like a god looking down upon the strife of the mortal world.
His gaze swept indifferently over the group of aggressive rogue cultivators, who in his eyes were no different from chickens, dogs, ants, or dust, not even worthy of his attention.
His gaze then fell upon the white-clad girl who was struggling to stay afloat.
"With Fourth Rank cultivation level, he has managed to hold out this long against several Fifth Rank attackers."
A barely perceptible hint of surprise flashed in Li Qingshan's eyes.
"It's not due to magical artifacts or external forces, but rather the power of the strange Dao principles it draws upon within its own cultivation technique, which can directly interfere with and weaken higher-level cultivators,"
This is something that cannot be achieved with ordinary techniques.
What stirred his heart even more was that the aura of the cultivation technique flowing within the girl's body was the same as the unique, cold, emotionless Daoist charm he had sensed outside the valley.
Moreover, it is subtly and gradually changing the essence of her life, cleansing her emotions, and reshaping her "Daoist heart" at a slow, steady, and irreversible pace.
"This state of 'forgetfulness,' 'self-destruction,' and near-absolute rationality and icy demeanor seems to be related to a notorious and forbidden martial art from ancient legends."
" The Supreme Forgetfulness Record "?
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