After Qin Yu left that hidden star continent, the "Wanyan Ancient Map" remained suspended beside him. The scroll was never fully unfurled; only a three-foot-long section floated in the void, with countless fine silver patterns slowly and endlessly moving along the map.
The vast and boundless Skeleton Star Sea stretches endlessly. Pieces of broken star continents lie scattered across the deep sky, ancient stellar remains trailing their dim afterglow, drifting slowly from the far reaches of the heavens. In the depths of some of the sky, traces of the Great Dao from countless ages ago, long since Annihilation, remain, desolate and profound, eternally unyielding.
Qin Yu followed the original path marked on the ancient map, venturing deeper and deeper without entering any human cities or approaching the territories of various races. He traveled without disturbing the world, without being hindered by external things. Until the steady silver path on the scroll led him to the first ancient marked area.
It was a gray and desolate region composed of hundreds of broken star continents layered together, lifeless and devoid of vitality. As soon as Qin Yu stepped into the region, the "Wanyan Ancient Map" floating beside him suddenly trembled.
A buzzing sound rang out—he immediately stopped, his gaze slightly narrowed.
On the scroll, the previously stable silver path suddenly broke apart without warning. The first section of silver patterns shattered and disappeared from the center, followed by the second and third sections, which dimmed and went out one after another. The ancient path that had once connected several star fields collapsed and vanished in an instant.
Qin Yu calmed himself down and did not rashly force his way in along the old path. Instead, he stood quietly and observed the changes in the ancient map. In just a few breaths, the broken and scattered silver patterns did not completely disappear. Instead, they broke free from their original trajectory and extended in completely different directions.
Part of it sank deeper into the scroll, while another part swirled back along the path it had come from, finally converging again at a completely unfamiliar, unmarked node in the airspace. Qin Yu's gaze deepened as he locked onto the newly formed silver veins.
Even stranger phenomena then appeared.
The starry sky depicted in the ancient map began to shift and recombine. The broken ancient landmass, originally located on the left side of the route, slowly drifted to the right; three long- Annihilation stars in the distance overlapped and reappeared in the same space; a void rift that should have traversed the path ahead completely disappeared from the map.
The landscape of the real star sea remains unchanged; the collapsed star continents remain silent, and the Annihilation remnants of stars still float. What has truly changed is the primordial path to the ancestral land that the ancient map carries.
Qin Yu instantly grasped the mystery.
The Wanyan Ancestral Land is not fixed in a single, fixed spacetime coordinate. It has been secretly migrating throughout endless years, and this migration has long transcended the scope of ordinary spatial leaps.
An ancient and timeless law spanning countless ages perpetually shrouds the entire ancestral land. The changing seasons, the rotation of star fields, and the transformation of Dao methods all affect the shifting position of the ancestral land. A smooth road that is passable today may become a dead end tomorrow; time nodes that were previously separated by billions of star rivers can instantly be connected and merged into one through the power of time.
This is the true reason why Wanyan entrusted the "Wanyan Ancient Map" to him on his deathbed. Without this map to reflect the timeline and trace the origin, even if one knows the approximate territory of the ancestral land, one will never find a truly traversable path.
Qin Yu did not use his spatial abilities to force a crossing or find a path against the current. He concealed his aura and waited for the silver patterns on the scroll to stabilize completely and for the new ancient path to take shape before continuing his journey deeper along the new trajectory.
The deeper one ventures, the more desolate the path becomes. The scattered traces of cultivators in the Skeleton Star Sea have completely vanished, and the star continents along the way grow increasingly ancient and dilapidated. Giant ancient skeletons floating in the deep space have been eroded layer by layer by endless years, their outlines blurred and hazy, leaving only the traces of countless ages silently suspended.
Until a certain moment, the ancient silver pattern suddenly turned downwards, and an Ultimate dilapidated ancient ruin, almost integrated with the surrounding star debris, quietly came into view.
Dozens of broken giant pillars are jutting out into the gray earth, some with only mottled bases rooted in the dust, others broken in the middle with a crash, their edges worn smooth and Wuhen the weathering of countless ages.
The ancient buildings, once neatly laid out, have all collapsed and crumbled, leaving only their scattered foundations buried deep in dust. The ancient road patterns that were once orderly and laid out are now blurred and indistinguishable, hidden in the gray earth. In the distance, a giant stone gate is severely tilted, more than half of it hanging down, and it is in imminent danger of collapsing. Behind the gate, there are no palaces or pavilions, no ancient roads, only endless gray-white dust, broken walls and ruins everywhere, a desolate scene, silent for eternity.
Qin Yu landed lightly at the edge of the ruins, his posture steady and calm. The silver patterns on the "Wanyan Ancient Map" broke off again at this point, leaving no trace of the path ahead, the ancient road ending.
Qin Yu did not rush to use his supreme supernatural powers such as spatial rewriting and causal retracing. He walked slowly along the outer perimeter of the ruins, his eyes carefully scanning the broken and ancient patterns, while letting the ancient map reflect the changes in the surrounding space and time. This place was the first ancient node that the ancient map deliberately guided him to, and the opportunity to continue the path must be hidden in these ruins.
As they approached the tilted stone gate, a tiny, shimmering silver light suddenly appeared on the scroll, causing Qin Yu to stop and gaze intently.
Beyond the stone gate lay only desolation and ruins, without a trace of anything unusual. But when he subtly adjusted his position, aligning himself, the ancient scroll, and the stone gate in a straight line, the silver patterns on the scroll perfectly matched the ancient patterns remaining on the stone gate.
With a soft rustling sound, the silent ancient scroll unfurled and expanded on its own. A wisp of silver light spilled out of the scroll, then ten, a hundred... countless streams of silver light broke free from the scroll, swept past Qin Yu's side, and landed on the dust-covered fragments of the scroll.
The entire ancient and silent ruins finally saw the first signs of life. The lines that Annihilation for countless years did not suddenly shine brightly, but rather slowly brushed away the dust, revealing their original crisscrossing and complete patterns.
A hidden ancient path, completely buried by the ages, slowly extends from the depths of the ruins behind the stone gate, traversing the broken ancient domain, and finally turning towards the end of the deep, dark sky. The next true passage to the ancestral land has now appeared in the world.
Qin Yu stepped forward, calmly crossing the broken stone gate, and steadily proceeded along the newly renovated ancient path.
As they ventured deeper into the journey, the world grew increasingly desolate. The vitality, lingering charm, and traces of the Dao in the surrounding star fields all vanished. After traveling for an unknown period, the silver patterns of the "Wanyan Ancient Map" suddenly dimmed, leaving only a single path in front of them, its color deepening and becoming increasingly solid, strikingly clear.
Qin Yu looked up and gazed into the distance; the starry sea before him had undergone a complete transformation.
No starlight fell, no ordinary star continents floated. In the distant deep space slept countless boundless, enormous black shadows, indistinguishable as the remains of ancient divine Divine Mountain, the remnants of World Extinguisher, or even more ancient primordial remnants.
Between the shadows lies a deep, Silent Void, isolated from all aura and law. On the surface of some of the colossal remains, ancient cracks stretching for hundreds of millions of miles run through them. Deep within these cracks, thick, grayish-white matter has accumulated, resembling from afar the ancient remains left behind by a colossal primordial being that existed before the order of the present world.
At this moment, an ancient and desolate mark slowly emerged on the scroll of the "Wanyan Ancient Map". Qin Yu's heart tightened slightly. The Primordial Grave. This forbidden wasteland, which cultivators of all heavens feared and no one was willing to set foot in, stood in stark contrast to the path ahead.
The only path marked by the ancient map was not bypassed in the slightest; the silver trail stretched straight ahead, penetrating directly into the deepest part of the Primordial Grave. This place was an unavoidable pass.
Qin Yu gazed at the desolate and forbidden ancient tomb for a long time, but ultimately did not change course.
The "Wanyan Ancient Map" is the only guiding treasure left behind by the ancient land of the Wanyan, carrying the lost timeline of eternity. The ancestral land has always been in flux and has shifted. Once it deviates from the designated path, it will completely miss the timeline and never be reached again.
Following the ancient map, he resolutely ventured deep into the Primordial Grave.
The deeper one goes, the quieter the world becomes. The entire airspace is deathly Ultimate, even the humblest remnants of the Great Dao and the lingering echoes of the laws have been completely annihilated. Occasionally, boundless colossal remains emerge from the distant deep space, slumbering in the abyss of darkness, unmoved since time immemorial. Qin Yu keeps his eyes fixed straight ahead and his mind undivided, and even though strange and ancient relics are scattered all along the way, he does not stray even half a step from the silver pattern.
Several time-space forks occurred along the way, and the ancient silver patterns broke and reformed several times. He remained calm and patient, waiting for the new path to take shape before proceeding steadily, without haste or impatience, with composure and restraint.
Having traversed countless layers of desolate space and crossed countless ancient ruins, in a single instant, the "Wanyan Ancient Map" suddenly unfolded completely, with a whoosh—
The entire scroll lay horizontally in the void, unfolding perfectly. The previously changing starscapes, the ruined ancient lands, and the misty ancient roads had all faded away and vanished without a trace. For the first time in its life, the countless swirling silver patterns all converged and condensed into a single point.
Qin Yu raised his eyes and gazed into the distance. Behind him, the forbidden silence of the Primordial Grave had faded away. Before him, there were no cities, no star continents, no mountains and rivers, no living beings. Only a vast and boundless ancient sky, far beyond imagination, stretched out before him, boundless and anciently tranquil.
The Wanyan Ancient Map trembled slightly. The primordial mark, which gathered countless silver patterns, perfectly overlapped and merged with the ancient space before him. He traversed the ancient wilderness and crossed the crossroads of time, finally arriving at this lost heavens and Silent Void years, which was the outer gateway of the Wanyan Ancestral Land.