Forgotten Light Realm, Stillness Flower Heaven

As Jin Hanyan traversed the Deep Root Lower Layers, dilapidated layers of the realm, the entire world still trembled as the Mystic Void Realm alien race advanced upwards. She did not reveal herself, nor would she allow any force to see the direct disciple of the Silent Nothingness Divine Hall voluntarily reveal herself at this moment—but she had to get everyone to evacuate.

She chose the method most suited to those in the Stainless Realm: using pure, unquestionable pressure to make every cultivator at every Deep Root Lower Layers instinctively flee.

The 173rd floor.

Thick black mist filled the air as a group of disciples from the Northern Glaze Ancient Clan explored the Ancient Battle Bone Grounds. Suddenly, without warning, the void caved in, and a bluish-purple light pattern seeped out from the depths of space.

The light patterns are silent, yet they resemble a pure, sharp edge capable of "whitewashing war"—the Stainless Realm's True Form: First Breath.

The next instant, the entire space was enveloped by an invisible force of evaporating battle intent, and all the weapons trembled suddenly, their edges glowing white, as if they were about to be purified and shattered at any moment.

The Ancient Clan leader's face turned deathly pale. "The Stainless Realm... is someone warning us?"

Before the words were finished, the void trembled slightly, as if an indescribable being was looking down upon them.

There was no sound, no figure, only the unique "pure pressure" of the Stainless Realm descending.

Everyone's knees buckled; they felt that if they lingered even a moment longer, their killing intent, cultivation, and very essence would be completely purified. "Retreat! Retreat now!!"

They didn't know who it was, but no one dared to ask.

The spatial light patterns dissipated, Jin Hanyan's figure disappeared once again in the deeper depths.

Floor 142 - The Remnant Hall Area of the Heavenly Kun Dao Sect.

Several cultivators from the Heavenly Kun Dao Sect were vying for a Realm-Rending Pearl. Suddenly, a faint purple-white light appeared in the void, like an invisible giant sword stretching across the sky.

The light and shadow carried a message: "If there is any more fighting, even memories will be purified."

The oppressive atmosphere, along with the arrival of light and shadow, completely erased all fighting spirit, killing intent, and even thoughts of "contesting".

Everyone stood frozen in place, their eyes filled with primal fear. "A... a powerful being has descended??"

"This is not something we can see! Withdraw from Deep Root!! Withdraw immediately!!"

They fled in panic, not daring to linger for even a moment.

Deep in the void, Jin Hanyan glanced indifferently at the departing figures, then with a flick of her sleeve, her figure merged into the next layer of folded space.

Floor 103 - Boundary- Realm-Breaking Lake.

A group of sword cultivators from the Mystic Array Sword Sect set up a sword formation on the lake.

Suddenly, a silent ripple spread across the center of the lake, and a white light swept across the scene, like the purest breath in the world.

The blades of every swordsman simultaneously turned to white ash with a "bang"—

It wasn't destroyed, but "purified," even the thought that "the sword once existed" was stripped away.

The captain of the Mystic Array Sword Sect's pupils constricted sharply. "This... this... this is the Purifying Power of those at the Stainless Realm or higher!?"

A faint, ethereal aura emanated from the depths of the void, like an unparalleled woman watching over them from an endless higher dimension, driving them away.

"Retreat! Retreat now! This realm is no longer a place for us!"

The lake returned to calm, leaving only ripples of the Stainless Realm swaying in the air.

Jin Hanyan's figure had disappeared to who knows how many floors above.

- Level 72, Candle Soul Secret Swamp. A group of Rogue Cultivator the Void Obliteration Domain are attempting to hunt for Candle Soul Nether Flame.

The next instant—the entire secret swamp was brought to a standstill by an unbelievable pressure.

The black water cleared, the eerie fire extinguished, and even the wails of countless wronged souls within the swamp were "purified into peace."

The Rogue Cultivator's knees buckled. "The Stainless Realm... no, this pressure is more like that of an existence above the Stainless Realm, capable of 'stopping killing and cleansing the soul'!!"

They fled frantically, not even bothering to take the treasure.

Jin Hanyan, hidden within the void rift, narrowed her eyes. "The entire Deep Root Lower Layers must be evacuated."

"The beings at the Mystic Void Realm have already made their move... Staying any longer will only lead to death."

She lightly stepped through the void and soared to a higher level.

She never revealed her true form on any level. On each level, a mere wisp of her Stainless Realm aura was enough to cause an entire sect, God Clan, or gang to flee in terror.

She alone is like an invisible judge over the Deep Root Lower Layers of the city.

Jin Hanyan ascended, without moving a fingertip, she used the pressure of the Stainless Realm (Mid-Stage) to repel layer upon layer of cultivators, God Clan, Rogue Cultivator, and demon spirits from afar.

She doesn't need to show herself; she only needs to lightly step into the void of a certain level, and the entire space will automatically generate a sense of Silent Void emptiness that is "irreversible, unobservable, and unapproachable," forcing everyone to have the intuition that "if you take another step forward, you will die."

Teams fled in panic from the Deep Root Lower Layers, not even daring to question what they were.

Jin Hanyan's figure never appeared in the open. She was like an invisible divine punishment, sweeping away all obstacles and killing without ever killing anyone. She simply prevented anyone from stepping into the deadly place.

As she stepped onto the second floor, the light suddenly stopped.

She turned to look at the endless, dark depths of the Deep Root, a rare hint of solemnity appearing in her eyes.

"That's all I can do." "If anyone still insists on staying inside... well, they can only pray for their own good fortune."

She turned, preparing to cross the final barrier at the Deep Root Lower Layers —BOOM!

A fourth random teleportation shock suddenly erupted from the Deep Root Lower Layers.

Unlike the eerie silence of the previous times, this time the entire Deep Root seemed to be torn apart by endless rules flowing backward, and nine hundred and ninety-nine chains of annihilation light rushed out from the depths of the abyss, sweeping wildly upward along each layer.

Jin Hanyan's brow twitched.

Even with the terrifying power of Stainless Realm · Middle Stage, she was completely unable to resist this shockwave; she didn't even have time to transform into her form of Silent Void.

The next instant—her "location" was forcibly erased.

Space suddenly reversed, folded, and went out.

When the light refocused—she was no longer on the second floor...

When vision re-formed, the air was no longer filled with destruction, bloodshed, and Annihilation, but with light.

Vast, gentle, and colorful, like light that has never been touched by dust.

Floor 698. Jin Hanyan stood in a strange and unprecedented world.

This is a world woven from endless flowers and cosmic galaxies.

The sky appeared as if cast by a purple-gold Milky Way, with ever-burning nebulae flowing through it;

The sea of flowers stretched from our feet to the endless horizon, their colors so intense it seemed as if they had been painted by the very hand of nature, each bloom displaying cosmic patterns in the soft light.

Beneath her feet flowed a gently moving stream of light. The water was not water, but a "cosmic fluid" composed of fragments of starlight, reflecting the colors of the sea of flowers, flowing like an eternal dream.

In the distant sky, a huge golden celestial body slowly descended. It was not the sun, but some kind of enormous ring-shaped celestial body. Its trajectory resembled a dark mark left by a god in the heavens, its brilliance so dazzling that it was impossible to look directly at it.

A gentle breeze blows, and as the petals flutter down, they transform into strings of miniature galaxies, spinning before falling back to earth.

The whole world is unrealistically beautiful, so beautiful that it seems to exist "not belonging to the Deep Root Lower Layers."

Jin Hanyan slightly raised her eyes, a hint of surprise showing for the first time. "This... isn't like Deep Root's style."

She stepped gently into the sea of flowers, and the petals seemed to automatically retreat, not daring to touch even an inch of her white dress.

She held her breath, but a dangerous unease rose within her—

Such a beautiful world cannot be safe.

A kind of "unnoticed fluctuation" was hidden in the air, which was difficult even for those in the Stainless Realm to detect.

Things are constantly being deleted, rewritten, and reset to zero here.

Jin Hanyan asked softly, "What exactly is hidden on the 698th floor?"

As the wind blew, a faint, ancient echo, seemingly spanning billions of years, resounded from the depths of the flower field.

"Welcome to the Forgotten Light Realm, Stillness Flower Heaven... Those who come... are not remembered..."

The moment the sound faded, the world suddenly lost its color, and all light was drained away.

Jin Hanyan's icy blue pupils narrowed slightly. "The true form of the Domain of No Record... is here."

The light deep within the sea of flowers was suddenly drained, as if the world had had its color switch gently turned off.

Jin Hanyan stood in the center of the cosmic flower sea, her white robes fluttering slightly, her gaze as deep as a cold star. In an instant, all the petals around her lost their color, fading from vibrant to grayish-white, and within that grayish-white... an aura of "being forgotten" slowly rose.

That wasn't murderous intent, nor malice, but rather—memories were being naturally stripped away.

Just as heaven and earth sank completely into darkness—

In the center of a sea of flowers, a flower "without color" slowly blooms. The original guardian of the Forgotten Light Realm, the Flower of No Record, in its initial form.

Its appearance only has a slight resemblance to a "flower" at first glance.

The petals seem to be made of amnesiac light, each one like a transparent sheet, yet within that transparency lies an endless array of "erased colors," like the blank space left after the universe has been gently erased with an eraser.

When it fully unfolds, countless patterns appear on the back of the petals.

Those patterns are not flower veins, but rather the "echoes of forgotten things" that have been infinitely compressed, flowing quietly at this moment, like the flickering glimmer of light from the forgotten moments of countless lives.

It has a stem, yet it is formed from the condensation of flowing fragments of time, like silver quicksand constantly rising, but never reaching the top.

It left a shadow, but it didn't fall on the ground; instead, it fell into "Jin Hanyan's memory."

And as it raised its flower heart, the instant it bloomed, a soft, ethereal whisper, powerful enough to shatter the consciousness of a cultivator at the Stainless Realm, appeared:

"... Your existence will be completely forgotten and wiped away..."

The voice didn't sound like a threat, nor did it sound like hostility.

It's more like the natural world making a "natural response".

Jin Hanyan's expression darkened. "As expected, there is a guardian." The next instant—

Strands of "memory light" like ribbons extended from the center of the flower, spreading silently and heading straight for her brow.

Boom!!!!!!

When light collides with light, there is no explosion; instead, all sound disappears simultaneously.

Jin Hanyan took her first step, and the "Pure Light" of the Stainless Realm instantly bloomed on her white robes. She raised her hand and pointed a finger:

Stainless Hiss, Drum of Ceasefire, Finger Flicker

A massive white ripple spread from her fingertips, like a halo that turned the universe upside down.

All the void folds along the way were instantly smoothed out, and even the spatial agitation was purified into nothingness.

The entire flower world was shaken.

The Flower of No Record, in its initial form, was struck by the halo of light, its entire body bending backward. But it made no sound of pain; only its petals trembled slightly. In the next instant—it "forgot" the impact it had suffered.

"It instantly reduces the damage to zero." Indeed, it can choose to "forget" any damage inflicted on the Stainless Realm.

Jin Hanyan in a cold, low voice.

The Flower of No Record retaliated.

Dozens of memory light chains instantly transformed into high-speed light blades, their trajectories completely silent, erasing even the concept of "cutting" the moment they sliced through the air.

Forget Breath · Silent Split

In an instant, the space around Jin Hanyan seemed to have its sound waves forcibly "deleted".

A deathly still black and white realm was formed. Jin Hanyan's brow twitched, and the Stainless Divine Power, with its white body and black tail, bloomed.

White body, black tail; untouched by the breath of cause and effect.

With a sweep of her long black tail, all the Blades of Oblivion were purified into pure white dust, losing their corrosive power, and fell to the ground.

But--

The purified light dust, upon landing, unexpectedly reformed into flower petals, instantly transforming into a second wave of attack!

The Flower of No Record raised its heart, blooming into an enormous, transparent array of patterns above Jin Hanyan.

Unrecorded Rewriting Array - All Things Return to White

The color of the entire world changed in an instant--

Erased! The cosmos and starry sky went out, leaving only blank space; the sea of flowers lost its form; even Jin Hanyan's shadow was erased.

If this formation succeeds, it will make the enemy "forgotten" from the world's definition.

Jin Hanyan's eyes suddenly turned cold. "Want to delete me?" The next moment—

She looked up, and a single white horn appeared in the air, followed by a deafening white hiss that shook the entire flower realm!

The White Light of the Unicorn, the Weapon-Warding Sacred Mark, the Heavenly Purification Style—that wasn't an attack.

That is to regard the Formation of Nothingness as a weapon, and then purify the concept of "weapon" into nothingness.

Boom--------!!

The massive transparent array on the sky shattered instantly under the sweep of white light.

Each line turns pure white during purification, and then disappears.

The colors of the Flower Realm are rekindled! Jin Hanyan takes a step forward, her finger flashing with white light, and points directly at the heart of the Flower of No Record.

The Flower of No Record abruptly closed its heart, transforming into a swirling vortex of oblivion, pulling her finger into it and attempting to render her attack "meaningless."

A whisper came from within the vortex, "... Forget... forget your fighting spirit..."

Jin Hanyan coldly replied, "The will to fight is merely a distraction purified by Stainless; I have long since forgotten the meaning of battle."

She brought her five fingers together, and her palm transformed into a waterfall of white light. Purifying Unicorn King - Devouring Tigers and Leopards - Purifying the Mouth of Impurity - Palm Transformation Style

The white light palm strike landed.

The entire sea of flowers looked like a white galaxy compressed into shape.

The Flower of No Record - Prototype was pierced through the heart by a palm strike, but in the next instant, it "forgot its injury" and restored the pierced heart to its original state.

Jin Hanyan wasn't surprised. "Stainless vs. Wuji... this is definitely not an easy battle."

The petals of the Flower of No Record fully unfurled, forming a gigantic wreath of countless rotating flowers. Within the wreath, countless forgotten histories, memories, and fragments of time rearranged, transforming into a terrifying attack of Oblivion Light Impact. Forgotten Light Realm Instinct Counterattack - Myriad Reversals

Countless "past actions of Jin Hanyan, traces of her past attacks, and every fluctuation of her fighting spirit" all rushed out from the wreath in reverse!

It was as if she herself had been attacked thousands of times!

Jin Hanyan's long hair billowed, and her icy blue eyes flashed.

She stood motionless at the center of the attack, clad in white, and uttered a soft whisper:

You may forget the world, but you will never forget me.

The next instant -- the Stainless Realm, the Manifestation of True Form, the Ceasefire White Emperor

The phantom of a white horse with a black tail rose up behind her, and the entire flower realm fell silent instantly.

Between heaven and earth,

All the impacts of forgetting light were stopped, purified, and returned to nothingness.

The Flower of No Record - Prototype trembled under the pressure of the White Emperor, and cracks appeared for the first time.

But it did not retreat; it silently raised all its petals, like a shield, like a wheel, like the last ray of light in the universe.

Jin Hanyan's gaze was calm as she slowly raised her hand. "Come on." The sea of flowers trembled violently.

Stainless vs. Wuji

Fair skin vs. Forgotten

Both were of the same rank, both being mid-level Stainless, and the scene of their battle shocked the entire Forgotten Light Realm.

As stars fall, a sea of flowers is transformed into a black and white storm, celestial bodies rotate, and forgotten history is constantly torn apart and reassembled.

This battle has no winner or loser, only interweaving, impact, tearing, purification, and reconstruction.