Deep within the Fourth Multidimensional Universe of the Void Dharma Realm, the gray-white sky slowly churned, the entire world like a tattered scroll burned by time, suspended in the endless void. The region known as the "Desert of Forgetting" stretched across the center of billions of miles of heaven and earth, with no end and no boundary in sight, only a chillingly pale desert silently undulating.
The sand there isn't sand in the true sense of the word; each grain is like a fragment of Origin Framework that has been worn away, sometimes revealing blurry images, sometimes reflecting incomplete narratives. Some grains of sand vaguely reveal the broken throne of a god, while others flow with fragments of broken boundary rules, and still others suddenly reveal a weeping face.
But in the next instant, that face completely forgot the concept of "crying," and the entire face began to collapse into blankness. There was no wind in the entire desert, but the sea of sand kept flowing slowly, as if some unseen, enormous entity was breathing beneath the sand. With each rise and fall, a large amount of "forgotten" things would surge out of the sand and then sink again.
The surrounding air Silent Void you listened carefully, you could hear a faint whisper slowly lingering in the void. It was the last echo of countless concepts struggling to survive as they were about to dissipate. Love, fear, time, mother, name, homeland... As soon as these thoughts appeared, they shattered in an instant, completely losing the possibility of being interpreted.
The strange phenomena here are bizarre. Stepping into this place, one's breath will gradually feel alienated. Countless cultivators who come and go suddenly stop halfway, lower their heads and stare at their own bodies, their eyes filled with a deep sense of bewilderment. Under the invisible erosion, they slowly lose the reason for their existence in this world.
Meanwhile, twelve figures were cautiously traversing this sea of sand. The Fate Soul structures around them constantly emitted light, forming a thin primordial light screen that isolated the oblivious aura that was constantly eroding their consciousness from the outside world. The leader, dressed in the long robe of a steward of the Chi Lineage, had a resolute face and his eyes were constantly filled with pale silver Fate Soul patterns. He was none other than Chi Jun, a steward of the Chi Lineage, with a cultivation level of the True Annihilation Realm · Initial Stage.
He stood at the forefront, his hand pressing down on the ancient seal of his Fate Soul at his waist. His divine sense constantly scanned the surroundings, and the sea of sand beneath his feet seemed to recede slowly in response to his gaze. Suddenly, he stopped, turned sharply, and said in a deep, serious voice, "Everyone, be alert!" As his voice echoed through the Desert of Forgetting, even the edges of the sound waves began to blur, as if they might be "forgotten" by this world at any moment.
Chi Jun's cold gaze swept over the crowd. "The mission assigned to us by the clan this time is to retrieve the Myriad Evolving Profound Liquid. That substance is located in the 'Blank Rift Valley' deep within the Desert of Forgetting, but this place is far more dangerous than you can imagine."
As he spoke, a sand dune in the distance suddenly bulged up slowly, and the outline of a huge eyeball appeared beneath the sand. But the next moment, the eyeball seemed to have forgotten to "open" and sank back into the sand.
Chi Jun's expression turned slightly somber as he continued, "In the Desert of Forgetting, there are three supreme divine beasts that roam." The air seemed to chill as he uttered their names: "The Forgetting River Bearer, the Silent-Crying Kite, and the Breathing White Bones." He looked up at the distant gray-white sky. "The appearance of any one of them would be enough to easily tear apart the Fate Soul structure of a True Annihilation Realm cultivator."
At this point, his gaze suddenly sharpened, "Furthermore, a very small number of Primordial Chaos Origin Beast Huang, will devour 'Forgotten Concepts' here. If you encounter them, immediately form a formation and do not act rashly!" The other eleven people simultaneously clasped their fists, their Fate Soul auras surging. "Yes, sir!"
The group continued forward, and at the rear, Shen Qingchen quietly turned his head to look at Su Qingyuan beside him. Although he tried to appear calm, his eyes clearly betrayed an undisguised excitement, and a smile even played on his lips. He whispered, "Qingyuan, this is the first time we've come out together on a clan mission."
He gently touched her sleeve as he spoke, chuckling softly in a low voice, "I don't know why, but my heart is beating really fast right now." Su Qingyuan chuckled softly at his antics, her initial tension softening considerably. She turned her head to gaze at the ever-flowing, pale sand before her, her voice as gentle as the wind. "I feel a little... well..."
She paused, her eyelashes drooping slightly. "But this place is really too dangerous." As she spoke, she subconsciously took half a step closer to Shen Qingchen. "I've heard the clan elders say before that the most terrifying thing about the Desert of Forgetting isn't the divine beasts and supreme beings, but that it slowly makes people forget what's most important to them."
She pursed her lips slightly, her gaze turning earnestly to Shen Qingchen. "Especially the Forgetting River Bearer; it's said that anyone who has seen its back will eventually forget who they are." Seeing her serious expression, Shen Qingchen immediately dropped his playful demeanor. He slowly clenched his fist, his eyes clearly becoming resolute. "Don't worry."
He even stepped half a body forward to shield her as he spoke, saying, "With me here, nothing can hurt you." His tone wasn't arrogant, but his seriousness was palpable.
Su Qingyuan gazed at him, a gentle smile slowly appearing in her eyes. She then nodded softly, while the boundless, pale sea of sand in the distance continued to churn silently.
The pale white sea of sand continued to surge endlessly, the sky seemed to have been completely erased of color by some force, leaving only a layer of gray-white "emptiness", and from the depths of that forbidden land called the Desert of Forgetting, faint murmurs continued to emanate, as if countless erased Fate Soul were crying in the wind.
Chi Jun led the group forward toward the "Blank Rift Valley," with everyone maintaining a high level of vigilance. Their Fate Soul structures remained half-open, and the surrounding Limitless Evolving True Flow even formed concentric circles of pale silver ripples due to the shock of their divine senses. But just as the group passed through a huge sand dune, an extremely shrill roar suddenly came from the distant horizon.
"Run!!" "Run! Run!!" The voices were filled with utter terror, and they had completely lost the composure that True Annihilation Realm cultivator should possess.
The twelve people abruptly stopped in their tracks. In the next instant, several disheveled figures rushed towards them from the front. They were covered in blood, their Daoist robes were mostly torn, and cracks resembling the Fate Soul of their bodies could be seen on their chests. One of them had lost his right arm.
Only the shattered, primordial flesh dripped grayish-white liquid, while the other person's eyes turned completely white, as if something had forcibly emptied their "memory."
As they fled, the two looked back in terror. "Don't go any further!!" "It's too cruel! So terrifying!!!" "Get out of the Desert of Forgetting!!!"
Their voices were completely hoarse, and the whole group was in an uproar. Some people turned pale and subconsciously took a half step back.
Chi Jun suddenly stepped forward, unleashing the overwhelming pressure of his True Annihilation Realm Fate Soul. He pressed his hand heavily against the ancient Fate Soul Seal at his waist, his voice booming like thunder. "Don't panic!!"
Boom!!! A ring of silver-black Fate Soul ripples swept across the surroundings, instantly calming the previously agitated crowd. Chi Jun stared coldly at the two fleeing cultivators in the distance, then slowly raised his hand. "Everyone," "Take out your natal artifacts," "Be ready to fight at any time." The air suddenly became oppressive.
The next instant, twelve Fate Soul auras erupted simultaneously. Boom--!!! One after another, divine weapons appeared between heaven and earth.
At the forefront, a male cultivator from the Chi Lineage suddenly raised his hand, and a crimson-gold spear crashed to the ground. Nine dragon-shaped Fate Soul patterns were wrapped around the spear shaft, and a blazing white primordial flame trailed behind the spear tail. The entire sandy ground was shattered by the impact. It was clearly a divine artifact— the Nine Hells Sunken Dragon Spear.
On the other side, a black-haired woman clasped her hands together, and seven silver Mirror Wheel suddenly appeared behind her. Each Mirror Wheel contained the rules of a different realm. Her eyes were sharp, and she whispered, "Fate Soul Artifact - Illuminate the Realm Seven-Wheel Mirror."
Another burly cultivator roared and clashed his fists together. A pair of dark purple gauntlets instantly covered his arms, and images of collapsing mountains and rivers appeared on the surface of the gauntlets. The immense power even caused the surrounding space to begin to cave in.
At this moment, Shen Qingchen slowly raised his right hand. A pure white ancient scroll slowly unfurled from his palm, the scroll containing no text.
Even the "blank" itself seemed Does Not Exist, but as it appeared, the aura of oblivion in the surrounding air began to slowly dissipate. The supreme treasure— the Blank Dao Scroll.
The scroll hovered above his head, with wisps of pale white Fate Soul light continuously descending, enveloping his entire body. Standing beside him, Su Qingyuan slowly drew an extremely strange long blade. The blade had no sheath, and even the actual "blade" was not visible; only an extremely thin black line floated in her palm. But the moment that line appeared...
Suddenly, a straight crack appeared in the surrounding sand. The divine weapon— the Sheathless Blade —was revealed. Su Qingyuan slowly gripped the hilt with both hands, her long hair swaying gently. Her once gentle eyes were now as sharp as ice. Shen Qingchen quietly took half a step closer to her and chuckled softly, "Don't be afraid." Although he was still smiling, cold sweat was already beading on his forehead, because the fear on the faces of the two fleeing cultivators—it didn't seem feigned.
At that moment, the gray-white sea of sand ahead suddenly began to ripple slowly, as if some enormous creature was moving slowly deep into the desert.
Chi Boqian's eyes suddenly darkened. "Form the formation." "Everyone—advance forward." The twelve people slowly stepped forward. One by one, their natal artifacts floated in the air. The Limitless Evolving True Flow began to circulate wildly around them, while in the depths of that gray-white sea of sand, an extremely deep breathing sound was getting closer and closer.