The wind in the depths of the Desert of Forgetting suddenly changed. The gray-white sand that had been flowing slowly now seemed to be gently stirred by some invisible force, and began to slowly converge towards the ancient city on the back of the Forgetting River Bearer.
The ancient city that floated above the tortoise shell remained deathly silent, its walls mottled and incomplete. A large number of faceless figures walked slowly through the streets, their movements stiff and eerie, like a group of dead souls who were still repeating the obsessions of their past lives.
At that very moment, Shen Qingchen's pupils suddenly contracted slightly. He slowly raised his head, staring intently into the deepest part of the ancient city. Because just now, he clearly felt... something there... was watching them, and an indescribable chill spread wildly down his spine.
Shen Qingchen immediately lowered his voice and transmitted, "Steward Chi..." "In that ancient city..." "It seems someone is watching us..." Chi Jun's face instantly darkened, and the next moment, his divine sense suddenly spread towards the ancient city, but the instant his divine sense touched the ancient city, boom!!! An extremely cold aura of oblivion suddenly rebounded along with his divine sense.
Chi Jun grunted, his eyes suddenly turning bloodshot, but he forcefully suppressed the backlash. He then immediately transmitted his voice, "All disciples—" "Do not act rashly!" "Be vigilant!!" Boom—The expressions of the eleven Chi Lineage disciples changed drastically at the same time. Everyone immediately activated their Fate Soul structure, and the Limitless Evolving True Flow quickly covered their entire bodies.
Su Qingyuan tilted the Sheathless Blade in her hand slightly, and fine silver string patterns began to appear on the black hilt. Shen Qingchen slowly raised the Blank Dao Scroll, and a large blank scroll began to slowly unfold. At this moment, the Forgetting River Bearer was still lying there quietly, as if he was completely unaware of the Chi Lineage's vigilance. Chi Jun took a deep breath.
He slowly clasped his hands in a fist salute. "Senior, we also wish to help you, but we only have one Mortal Transformation Pill... which is far from enough... We hope you will forgive us... and allow us to return to our clan... I will inform the clan elders of this matter before returning to help you, how about that?" The entire Desert of Forgetting suddenly fell silent.
The Forgetting River Bearer did not answer immediately. Its enormous head slowly lowered, and grayish-white sand particles drifted continuously from its mouth. After a few breaths, it suddenly chuckled softly. The laughter was extremely slow, like something that had decayed countless years ago rubbing together. "Young friend, since that's how it is, then so be it. You give Mortal Transformation Pill, and you return to your clan alone. As for the others, they can stay here for now, how about that?"
Boom! Chi Jun's pupils shrank instantly. At this moment, he was finally certain that this old tortoise... had been deceiving them from the very beginning. Perhaps the mysterious army, the talismans, and the need for help were all fake. What it truly wanted from the beginning was only the Mortal Transformation Pill. A chill suddenly appeared in Chi Jun's eyes.
His expression remained unchanged; he simply lowered his head slowly. At the same time, an extremely subtle divine sense transmission instantly spread out, "Prepare for battle." The Chi Lineage disciples' eyes narrowed slightly, and the Limitless Evolving True Flow began to slowly circulate, completely changing the atmosphere in the air.
Su Qingyuan slowly turned to the side, her feet shifting slightly, blocking Shen Qingchen's path. The Blank Dao Scroll in Qingchen's hand began to float slowly, its numerous blank pages turning silently. Chi Jun slowly raised his head, his gaze calmly fixed on the Forgetting River Bearer. "Senior, this will definitely not work. I cannot leave my disciples here. My Chi Lineage always keeps its word. If Senior refuses, then I will absolutely not hand over the Mortal Transformation Pill to Senior, much less help Senior!"
Boom!!! The moment these words fell, the atmosphere of the entire Desert of Forgetting suddenly turned icy cold, and the mouth of the Forgetting River Bearer, which had remained completely still, cracked.
It slowly cracked open, not at all like a smile, but more like the chilling malice revealed by some colossal beast finally tearing away its disguise. Large amounts of grayish-white sand continuously drifted from its mouth. It was about to speak when—BOOM!!!!
From the depths of the Forgetting River Ancient City on its back, an extremely dim remnant soul suddenly burst forth. The soul was covered in black cracks, as if it would collapse completely at any moment. Its speed was so Ultimate that even the Forgetting River Bearer couldn't stop it. In the next instant, the remnant soul transformed into a streak of gray light and crashed into Chi Jun's brow!
Chi Jun jolted violently, and at the same time, a voice filled with fear and madness exploded in his mind! "Fellow Daoist--!!" Don't give it the Mortal Transformation Pill!! It's the leader of that mysterious army!! Run!! Run away--!!" Boom!!!!!!
Chi Jun's expression suddenly changed drastically. At the same time, the originally slow and calm aura of the Forgetting River Bearer suddenly and completely erupted. The entire Desert of Forgetting began to tremble wildly. In the ancient city on its back, countless faceless figures turned their heads and looked at the Chi Lineage members.
Almost at the same moment that remnant soul rushed into his sea of consciousness, Chi Jun roared, "Quick!!!" "Retreat!! Everyone retreat--!!!" Boom!!!!
The moment his voice exploded, the sandstorm in the entire Desert of Forgetting was shaken and soared into the sky. The eleven disciples of the Chi Lineage activated their Fate Soul structures almost without hesitation. The large gray-white sea of sand beneath their feet collapsed with a roar, and the group turned into more than a dozen streaks of light and retreated wildly backward.
Shen Qingchen grabbed a disciple who was almost swept away by the spatial turbulence, Blank Dao Scroll suddenly unfolded, with a large area of blank string patterns spreading across the air, tearing a gap in the oblivion aura sweeping in from behind.
Su Qingyuan's Sheathless Blade slashed diagonally. Swoosh! A thin silver blade mark ripped across the sky, cleaving a large swath of greyish-white sand in two. The group retreated a hundred meters until they were completely out of the Forgetting River Ancient City's territory, at which point they all stopped abruptly, each staring intently ahead.
At this moment, the Forgetting River Bearer slowly raised its head. Its ancient, slow, turbid, and stagnant aura suddenly changed dramatically, with deep rumblings rising in layers, rolling across the entire Desert of Forgetting, and stirring up extremely low, ancient tremors between heaven and earth. The void here trembled violently, and an invisible and supreme high-level structure was slowly covering and infiltrating the entire world.
The Forgetting River Bearer suddenly laughed. The laughter was extremely cold, like a bone that had rotted for millions of years slowly rubbing against each other. "Hehehehe..." "Just a little bit more..." "You fell for it..." It slowly lowered its head, and the corners of its originally empty mouth gradually cracked open, getting bigger and bigger, more and more exaggerated, until finally it almost cracked open to the back of its entire head.
The next instant—BOOM!!!!!! The entire body of the "Forgetting River Bearer" suddenly shattered!!! The enormous, mountain-like tortoise shell instantly exploded into countless gray-white fragments, and countless tortoise bones made of oblivion sand collapsed wildly. A huge gray-white storm rose into the sky, and the Forgetting River Ancient City on its back also began to crumble. A large number of faceless figures let out shrill screams, and were then forcibly pulled away by some invisible force, all of them being swept into the center of that huge storm.
Immediately afterwards, a colossal golden hand, reaching to the heavens, slowly emerged from the depths of the shattered tortoise shell. Boom! The heavens and earth suddenly sank heavily, and the entire void froze. The faces of the Chi Lineage disciples turned deathly pale in an instant, and their very essence nearly stagnated. This terrifying aura transcended the shackles of the Fate Soul level; it was an unparalleled and terrifying pressure capable of forcibly overturning the Fourth Multidimensional Universe and reshaping the causal structure of countless ages.
The collapsing core exploded, unleashing a torrent of golden energy that swept across the void. A figure, three zhang tall, slowly emerged from the raging storm of destruction. His body was covered in a divinely patterned battle robe that flowed with gilded light. This was no ordinary armor; it was a vast, ever-evolving cosmic star map. On the robe, stars rose and fell, realms rotated, life flourished and withered, civilizations rose and fell. Countless trajectories of the Great Dao slowly shifted and flowed, concealing the rise and fall of countless ages.
With each step it took, a massive golden vortex would suddenly appear beneath its feet. The vortex spun rapidly, forcefully devouring the scattered fragments of forgotten Fate Soul from all directions, refining them into pure golden particles that would continuously merge into its divine body.
A slowly rotating gold and silver ring hovers above its head, within which countless Supreme source patterns are constantly deconstructed and recombined, giving rise to a source-returning structure that surpasses all cultivation origins and belongs exclusively to the highest dimension. In each of its hands, a slowly rotating circular magical artifact floats— the Source Dao Wheel.
As the roulette wheel spun, the entire space of the Desert of Forgetting collapsed inward, a large amount of causal structure was forcibly extracted, and even the Fate Soul essence of everyone trembled slightly. It finally revealed its true form completely: the Source Flow Guardian, an elite unit under the command of the Dao Source Supreme Return Emperor, with the cultivation of the Wuji Realm. Boom!!! In the next instant, an indescribable "Return to Origin Pressure" suddenly spread.
The members of the Chi Lineage felt their Limitless Evolving True Flow flowing uncontrollably outwards, as if the heavens and earth were forcing them... "Return to the source." The Source Flow Guardian slowly raised its head, its face finally revealed. It was an extremely perfect Daoist immortal face, majestic, calm, and ruthless, but in its eyes...
It possessed no emotion befitting a living being, only an aloof indifference, as if looking down upon a group of... defective components destined for recycling. It slowly spoke, its voice low and Kong Ling, "Originally, I only intended to take the Mortal Transformation Pill. Now that I've been exposed, I'll also reclaim your Fate Soul essence." Boom!!!!! The moment its words fell...
Suddenly, countless golden primordial streams appeared behind them, dyeing the entire sky of the Desert of Forgetting with a golden hue. At this moment, Chi Jun and the others were completely frozen. All the Chi Lineage disciples' eyes trembled, some were pale, some had trembling hands, and even breathing became difficult, because they had never seen such a being before.
It transcends the Ultimate constraints of divine beasts and surpasses the pinnacle of cultivation in the Eternal Silence Realm. It is an unparalleled and terrifying being that stands above the laws of the heavens and originates from a higher-dimensional universe. Shen Qingchen gripped the Blank Dao Scroll tightly, his palms already drenched in cold sweat. His voice was hoarse. "This..." "What exactly is this thing..."
Su Qingyuan's face turned completely pale for the first time. She stared intently at the Source Flow Guardian, her knuckles trembling slightly as she gripped the knife. She could clearly sense that the stable Fate Soul structure within her body was being forcibly dismantled and returned to its origin by the opponent's supreme power.
Chi Jun felt a bone-chilling cold sweep over his entire body, and his heart sank. Recalling the madman skeleton he had encountered along the way, the wounded and retreating Silent-Crying Kite, and that mysterious remnant soul, he was certain that they were the Forgetting River Bearer. They were all primordial beasts guarding one side of the Desert of Forgetting.
At this moment, he understood that the three divine beasts had probably all met with misfortune. The cultivators from all sides who rushed to this place were all secretly drawn in by the Water of the Myriad Evolutions Dao Source and the Fate String Mystic Liquid, and mistakenly entered this deadly place, becoming the targets of the other side's hunting and slaughter. The creature in front of him was taking advantage of this cataclysmic event to wantonly kill and reap the benefits. With everyone's current cultivation level, they were simply powerless to resist it.