Beyond the entrance, the void seemed to be completely suppressed by an invisible hand. The flowing light, the surging boundary walls, and the lingering causal ripples froze in an instant. The mysterious being at the Stainless Realm · Middle Stage stood silently in the center of the boundary, the Void Authority World-Annihilating Divine Sword hanging at its side, its blade not raised, yet it had naturally become the sole axis of this place. Before the two Void Emanation Realm · Supreme experts could even speak, or even form a complete thought of escape, the mysterious being merely took half a step forward. The sword trembled slightly in the void. There was no sword light, no sound, only an extremely thin, almost imperceptible boundary line that swept across. The two figures stopped simultaneously in the next instant, and then began to silently disintegrate from within, logic collapsing first.
Cause and effect flowed backward like dust, memories, propositions, and records of existence were extinguished one after another. Before their bodies even collapsed, they were already judged by the world as "things that were never preserved." The blade of the Void Authority World-Annihilating Divine Sword turned almost imperceptibly, and the two figures that still maintained their original postures instantly turned into blank gaps, naturally swallowed by the void outside the entrance, leaving not even a trace of Annihilation. The Stainless Realm · Middle Stage being sheathed his sword and stood there, as if he had only completed a necessary cleanup. Then his figure, along with the abnormal fluctuations at the entrance, disappeared. The boundary returned to its superficial calm, but no one could pass through anymore.
Meanwhile, at the deepest part of the canyon, when Qin Yu stepped into the true core area, his "sense" of the world suddenly underwent a fundamental shift. It wasn't oppression, nor threat, but a more eerie sense of emptiness, as if something had begun to be quietly taken away before he even realized it. The rock walls still stood, the ground still stretched out beneath his feet, but an indescribable echo of emptiness filled the air, like the lingering sound of memories being erased prematurely.
He continued forward, each step grounded in reality, yet he vaguely felt himself veering off the path of being "remembered." Suddenly, a chilling illusion swept through the depths of his consciousness—some beings, at some point, discover that they are being forgotten by themselves. Forgetting happens so fast that even the thought of "being forgotten" itself cannot be preserved. Before consciousness can even feel fear, the subject has been emptied, leaving only a complete and precise shell, still walking, still speaking, still fighting, but without any self. Even the concept of "Emptiness" itself has been completely forgotten.
Qin Yu's steps suddenly halted. The space ahead seemed to be folded by countless invisible mirrors, the canyon's terrain instantly reorganized, the rock walls flipped inward, the ground cracked into layers of suspended cross-sections, and light and shadow were stretched into thin strips, slowly rotating in the air, like a giant, operating machine. Before he could even make a move, the formation had already closed, and in his vision, blurry humanoid silhouettes emerged from the formation's patterns.
Their movements were stiff yet precise, crisscrossing each other as they repeated meaningless yet incredibly practiced actions. Qin Yu keenly sensed that these "humanoids" were not illusions, but rather remnants of something completely emptied, puppet shells shaped by oblivion itself. Deep within the formation, countless symbols rose and vanished like rain. They did not attempt to bind the physical body, but rather quietly severed the right to be "remembered." A low, chaotic resonance filled the air, like countless erased names whispering simultaneously, yet unable to be pieced together into any recognizable syllables.
At that very moment, Qin Yu clearly realized that he was standing in a formation trap specifically designed for "subjective existence." There was no killing or judgment here; it only did one thing—to make all those who entered be forgotten by the world little by little, until even the act of "being forgotten" itself ceased to exist.
The low hum of the array transformed into a gentle erosion deep within the canyon, like mist or tide, silently licking the edges of everything "remembered." Qin Yu did not rush to act. He stood between the rotating cross-sections, letting the symbols that tried to erase his coordinates approach layer by layer, his eyes calm to the point of indifference. He took the lead and unfolded in reverse with [Heavenly Cause Judgment Sequence · Six Severances Seal · Fate Cause Sealing Mirror · Logic Abyss Core]. The mirror backtracking was not an outward projection, but an inward reversal. The causal light chain suddenly lit up in the depths of his sea of consciousness. The deep blue star core hovered at the very core of his self-proposition. The "forgetting weight" projected by the array was reflected and frozen, like pieces of ice that had lost their temperature, hovering in the mirror vortex, and then sealed at the starting point before it even happened. The world seemed to be paused at this moment. The broken rock walls and the swirling light and shadow all froze. Only Qin Yu's own coordinates of existence were firmly nailed to the mirror core, refusing to be extracted.
Azure Ring lightly leaped over his right shoulder, her figure transforming into a faint outline of azure flames. Her long, dark azure hair drifted slowly in the windless realm. She raised her hand and waved, [Realm Abyss Reverse Evolution] flowing upwards from the outside of the array's core. The array was not destroyed head-on, but forcibly traced back to its initial state where "the result had not yet been established." The meaning of the symbols collapsed one by one in the reverse process. Then, she covered the core with [No Perception, Myriad Extinctions]. The "observation qualification" upon which the forgetting mechanism depended was stripped away. The array lost its object and began to take effect on itself. Strange, hollow echoes appeared throughout the space, as if the device was trying to erase itself, yet it could not even confirm "what it was."
Qin Yu took a step forward. The moment the Silent Origin Stainless Sword was drawn, there was no sword sound, only a silent expanse of desolate space. He lightly sliced through the void with the [Historyless Void Severance Sword], severing not the enemy, but the possibility that this formation could "continue to forget in the future." A black curtain-like spacetime rift opened from the center of the formation, and all the symbols that were still in operation were blown away by the star wind like sand paintings. Then he did not stop, but sealed the last remnant of the source cause with the [Star Structure Returning Ring - Source Cause Severance]. The Returning Ring composed of billions of stars closed in the sky above the canyon. The silver and deep blue light streams drew away the origin clues of the formation. The moment the Returning Ring collapsed, a dazzling starburst exploded silently. The entire Forgotten Trap, like a giant beast with its skeleton removed, instantly disintegrated into a meaningless pile of ashes.
Silence returned, the canyon regained its weight, and for the first time, the air regained its "memorable" quality. Just as the embers had not yet dissipated, the void deep within the formation was suddenly torn open, and a colossal shadow slowly took shape from the flames and sea of clouds. When its wings spread, they obscured the entire sky, and crimson flames surged behind it, like a heart of destruction about to fall. Its black body was composed of countless twisted textures, as if it were a collection of the forgotten being reforged here. Its hollow face had no clear features, yet it caused all gazes to instinctively avoid it. With each breath it took, the space undulated, and the rock layers deep within the canyon resonated with a low tremor, as if trembling in anticipation of its appearance.
Azure Ring glanced up, a dangerous smile playing on her lips. Azure flames danced lightly on the chains around her ankles. She whispered, "So that's how it is. The one who set up this formation is you—the forgotten vessel." Qin Yu gripped his sword hilt, the blade of the Silent Origin Stainless Sword pointing at the shadowy figure. The light and silence around him achieved a delicate balance at the same moment. The storm had not yet erupted, but a silent standoff had already been completed.
In the same instant, the flames and the sea of clouds were compressed into a silent black curtain. For the first time in a true sense, the Forgetting Vessel "acted." It did not take a step, nor did it swing its arms, but slowly unfurled its pair of dark wings that blotted out the sky. Countless crimson patterns on the wing membranes lit up simultaneously, like an inverted star map being ignited. Then, a power that was neither aimed at the physical body nor at the soul was released—it was a definitional skill, its essence not being attack, but "coverage."
Its ability was clearly perceived and forcibly analyzed by Qin Yu at this moment: Forgotten Bearing· Silent Profundity Overwrite, defined as temporarily including all the elements of the target's existence into the "unconfirmed state set", and using the bearer itself as the medium, causing the target to continuously lose its self-identifying anchor point during the duration. Memories, causality, naming, and history are not erased, but are repeatedly pushed into the Gray Domain "not yet determined to exist". If it cannot complete self-verification before returning to the Gray Domain, the target will automatically fall into a permanent empty shell state. The physical body continues to operate, but no subject remains.
The moment the supernatural power was unleashed, the canyon transformed into a swirling abyss theater, the sky seemed to be crushed by an invisible hand, the time scale collapsed in the air one by one, and the edge of space dissolved into a flowing dark red sea of mist. All thoughts of "remembering who you are" were forcibly stretched and diluted, as if forced to repeatedly ask in endless echoes but receiving no answer.
Just as the power of oblivion was about to completely engulf Qin Yu, Azure Ring suddenly stepped forward, the azure chains on her ankles emitting a blinding cold light. She didn't try to resist the power, but instead directly exposed it. Her voice was exceptionally clear in the surging dark domain, like a key precisely inserted into the core. "It is not oblivion itself, it is merely a container for oblivion. Its essence does not possess the power of erasure; it can only transport, accumulate, and cycle." As her voice fell, Azure Ring raised her broken sword, and the azure blood tears dripping from the blade transformed into rotating Azure Ring projections in the void. She revealed its true origin— the Forgetting Vessel was not born, but rather a "transfer device" created by a higher being to handle indestructible abnormal records. Its weakness was also exposed: all oblivion must first be "remembered" by it before it can be passed on.
Azure Ring instantly launched a counterattack, with [No Perception, Myriad Extinctions] and [Realm Abyss Reverse Evolution] overlapping simultaneously. She stripped the carrier of its qualification to be "observed as a forgotten subject" and reversed the forgotten results it had already borne back to the starting point before they were established. The dark red sea of mist began to swirl backward, and the sky seemed to be forcibly pulled back to the previous frame. For the first time, the carrier's huge figure showed unstable fluctuations, and the textures on its wing membrane shattered one after another, as if the excessive information it carried was backfiring on itself.
Qin Yu also moved at that moment.
He chose not to continue maneuvering, nor to exert any further suppression. He slowly raised his hand, bringing two fingers together, and the light and shadow of the entire world suddenly froze. Even forgetting itself seemed to realize that a judgment of "not being allowed to continue" was about to descend. With a flick of his finger, [Unnamed Initial Silence] was activated. There was no announcement, no prelude, only an indescribable sense of retrospection—the universe seemed to be forcibly flipped back to the moment "before the first consideration of whether to allow this abnormal existence."
The instant the finger touched the ground, ten chaotic lotuses simultaneously exploded deep within the void. The enormous figure of the vessel began to dissipate from the very edge, not collapsing, not dying, but being rejected by the entire reality system from any narrative. Its wings lost their qualification to be "called wings" first, followed by its form, authority, origin, and purpose. All definitions about it were stripped away layer by layer, like a stripped-down conceptual shell turning to ash in the wind. Finally, even the possibility that "there was once a Forgetting Vessel that existed here" was erased. The sky returned to its original color, and the canyon returned to silence, as if nothing unusual had ever happened here.
Azure Ring sheathed her sword, the chains clanged softly, and the azure flames gradually died down. Qin Yu stood on the ground, which had stabilized again. The wind brushed against the hem of his clothes, carrying a long-lost sense of reality that could be fully perceived. The anomaly here had been completely ended, leaving no trace, no echo. Even "forgetting" itself had been forced to stop here.