Qin Yu descended the steps, steadily venturing deeper into the heart of the ancestral land. The further he went into the inner region, the more intense the mysterious texture of the surrounding world became. This world had no constant color, no fixed form, and no stable laws.
The distant mountain range initially appeared as a deep, dark blue-green, then after a few breaths it turned a White Frost color, followed by a faint purple glow. Finally, all sorts of colors intertwined and flowed slowly along the mountain ridges, endlessly.
Ancient trees, ruined palaces, broken walls, long rivers—all things are like this.
Its form changes constantly and its appearance changes in an instant. A broken stone pillar can be restored to its complete ancient appearance in an instant, and then transformed into an uncarved primitive stone blank in the next moment. Furthermore, several forms of different heights and different patterns overlap and coexist in one place.
The entire ancestral land is permeated with Ultimate strong sense of "incompleteness." All things are in the process of evolution, and all things have the potential for perfection as well as the possibility of returning to stillness. As I walked through a vast and broken ancient stone plain, I suddenly heard the sound of scattered footsteps.
One sound, ten sounds, a hundred sounds, hundreds of sounds... From all directions, near and far, high and low, countless footsteps intertwined, as if millions of people were stepping onto this land in unison.
Qin Yu looked back, but there was nothing behind him, not a soul in sight. Just as the sound of footsteps was crystal clear and lingered in his ears, all sounds suddenly receded and dissipated, returning to eternal silence in a few breaths.
The atmosphere of heaven and earth is ever-changing, with no fixed origin or constant flavor.
The weight of ancient dust, the crispness of the desolate plains after rain, the lingering fragrance of war-torn landscapes, the subtle aroma of exotic flowers and trees, the cold and sharp metallic aura—all these myriad scents appear in turn, vanish in an instant, and alternate in life and death, without origin, without form, and without destination.
The sensations felt on the skin are incredibly complex, mysterious, and ever-changing.
One moment, the chill was bone-chilling and penetrating; the next, the heat was intense and enveloping. My left arm felt as if it were being gently brushed by fine sand, warm and smooth, while my right arm felt as if it were being caressed by flowing water, soft and boneless. Occasionally, there was a slight stinging pain in my shoulder, which quickly turned into a faint tingling and itching.
A myriad of tactile sensations are subdivided, overlapping, and intertwined, arising and disappearing in an instant, endlessly repeating. There is warmth within cold, softness within hardness, and itch within pain; a myriad of physical sensations coexist and coexist.
This is the true essence of Wanyan, encompassing all possibilities, accommodating all branches, and bearing all the changes in heaven and earth that have never landed, never been perfected, and never ceased to Annihilation.
Qin Yu looked up at the sky. This place had no ordinary sky, no sun, moon, stars, no day or night, no four seasons. Above the ancestral land, there was a vast and ever-changing Evolution Canopy that covered the entire world and suppressed the time and space of eternity.
The Evolution Canopy shifts endlessly, displaying a myriad of phenomena.
At times, it transforms into a panoramic view of all the heavens and myriad worlds, where countless universes are born, starlight illuminates, civilizations arise, and races flourish. In an instant, war rages, myriad worlds collapse, heaven and earth shatter, and prosperity Annihilation. The complete cycle of a universe from its creation to its end takes only a few breaths.
The panorama of myriad realms faded, and the Evolution Canopy transformed into countless tiny branches. The single path ahead branched into countless Dao Path, each leading to a completely different future and ending. The flourishing branches grew rapidly, while the weak Dao Path collapsed in an instant. Furthermore, endless branches continued to split and proliferate, eventually covering the entire sky.
A moment later, all the scenes and branches vanished and were completely cleared away, leaving only a pure gray sky, Emptiness and Ji Ran.
This gray-white space transcends yin and yang, jumps out of light and darkness, and is stripped of birth and death. Even possibility itself is silent and devoid of fluctuation here.
Qin Yu gazed at it for a long time, his heart filled with understanding. This was the lingering light of the supreme secret realm left to this day in the Wanyan Ancestral Land —the Realm of the Silent Form Realm.
There is no day and night cycle, no seasons, no sunrise or sunset in this place. All directional coordinates—east, west, south, north, up, and down—are invalid and constantly changing. If ordinary cultivators attempt to find the core of the secret realm using directions, paths, and coordinates, they will ultimately be futile and gain nothing.
The moment Qin Yu stepped into the inner domain of the ancestral land, an even more mysterious and direct evolutionary change suddenly descended upon him.
He took a steady breath, and the next instant, three figures quietly appeared in the void before him. They were not clones, nor replicas of his Fate Soul, nor supernatural manifestations.
Three figures, all resembling him, each embarked on a completely different path.
The first figure stepped into the distant, dilapidated, and secluded ancient valley; the second figure traveled upstream along the vast ancient river, tracing its source; the third figure stepped directly into a semi-transparent ancient temple and disappeared within it.
None of the three figures looked back or lingered, each heading towards their own possible ending. Qin Yu paused slightly, his gaze calm. In an instant, more figures appeared from the surrounding void, emerging one after another.
One, ten, a hundred... the list goes on and on.
Some stood amidst the ruins, heads bowed, searching for ancient secrets; some dodged to the side, avoiding the incomplete outlines of ancient beasts; some were covered in blood, bearing the marks of fierce battle; some sat quietly before broken monuments, eyes closed, comprehending the origins of the Great Dao; some figures grew ever fainter.
Ultimately, they dissolve into a Nameless trace, remaining on the earth and returning to nothingness; a very few figures Ultimate advance towards the deepest reaches of the ancestral land, with obscure and ancient primordial symbols floating in the void ahead, mysterious and unpredictable.
Qin Yu stared at one of the most profound figures, suddenly catching a wisp of unfamiliar and supreme primal meaning. The Name of Primal Evolution, he instantly understood its essence. These figures were not the past or future that were actually happening now.
They are—countless possibilities. From the moment he stepped into the ancestral land, every thought, every breath, every choice, and every idea of his was instantly deduced, differentiated, and extended by this supreme ancestral land, turning into countless independent branches of possibilities.
The past was recalculated, the future was infinitely extended, and the present was constantly dismantled and layered Return to Emanation. Qin Yu did not rush to take action, nor did he use his supernatural powers to forcibly eliminate, suppress, or interfere.
He understood perfectly that these evolved figures were devoid of any aggression or invasion; they were the fundamental, normal state of the Wanyan Ancestral Land, the inherent texture of the Great Dao's evolution.
If we forcibly erase it with "Return to Origin and Sever Retracing", it would be a brutal interference with the original calculation of the entire ancestral land; if we completely cover it with "Void Source and Dream Stillness", it would erase all hidden opportunities and branches and miss the true core of the Great Dao.
Qin Yu calmly observes and lets nature take its course, without clinging to any future, fixating on any outcome, or rejecting any possibility.
Countless figures appear, fade, recombine, and iterate in the void near and far. Some figures briefly overlap with him in the present world, resonating with each other, while others disappear completely, falling into an unknown fate.
The entire Wanyan Ancestral Land Ji Ran and still from beginning to end, devoid of joy or sorrow. No will descended to inquire, no deities appeared to guide, and no extraordinary phenomena of the Great Dao warned. It neither welcomed sentient beings nor rejected visitors, remaining eternally free and evolving on its own.
Boundaries extend into stillness, strata of life and death permeate, the celestial dome Evolution Canopy and changes, countless possibilities arise and perish, yet it remains neither born nor dies, neither increases nor decreases, neither defiled nor pure. It is eternally unchanging, doing only one thing—exploring all possibilities and evolving all laws of heaven and earth.
Standing on the high platform, Qin Yu gazed at this boundless, ever-renewing ancestral land, and his understanding of the Wanyan Ancient Clan was completely overturned, reshaped, and elevated to a completely new and supreme level.
At that very moment, in the deepest part of the celestial Evolution Canopy, a faint, ancient, and distant thought quietly swept by. Silent, without a sound, without a ripple, without pointing or indicating.
This is a wisp of primordial remnant that has remained since the beginning of the Wanyan Ancestral Land. It is the last question left in the world by the Ancient Clan ancestor before ascending to the Silent Form Realm and returning to Annihilation.
"If all returns to silence, can it be reborn?" Heaven and earth were silent, and the ancestral land offered no answer.
The earth beneath our feet continues to breathe slowly and exhale freely. In the distance, in the Land of the Unevolved, a completely new landscape quietly takes shape and is slowly born. An unprecedented ancient river emerges from the gray and white void, meandering and flowing silently from the edge towards the center of the ancestral land.
Above the celestial Evolution Canopy, a brand new branch of possibility suddenly lit up, shining brightly. The Wanyan Ancestral Land myriad evolutions, eternally evolving and transforming.
Qin Yu amidst the ancient, overlapping landscape of the Wanyan Ancestral Land, surrounded by countless possibilities that continued to emerge and evolve. In the distance, unfinished ancient palaces would sometimes appear, and at other times they would fade away, returning to a gray, Land of the Unevolved; above his Evolution Canopy, countless branches of the future crisscrossed, appearing and disappearing in an instant.
With every breath he took and every thought that arose within him, a completely new illusory image of himself was drawn forth within this Ultimate mysterious ancestral land.
The "Wanyan Ancient Map" that had previously guided the way gradually faded and dimmed after the ancestral territory was truly entered, leaving only a faint glimmer of light on it, and could no longer mark the way forward or guide the direction.
Qin Yu stood at the edge of the ancient plain where several layers of landforms overlapped, his gaze slowly sweeping across the surroundings. He did not rashly step onto any of the changing paths. The myriad paths here all depended on ever-changing possibilities and had no fixed trajectory. If he took the wrong step, the entire scene before him might be completely Return to Emanation and turned into nothingness in the next instant.
Just as he was concentrating on the method to delve deeper, a strange change quietly occurred in the originally Silent Void space in front of him. At first, there was only a very faint, almost imperceptible hazy outline floating between reality and illusion.
Qin Yu's gaze suddenly hardened.
This outline is entirely different from the other fleeting illusions of the ancestral land. It neither rapidly arises nor immediately recedes, but merely flickers and rises and falls repeatedly between the gray void and the real earth.
For a moment it appeared as the outline of the eaves of a majestic temple in the distance; for a moment it transformed into a wisp of ethereal, Nameless light mist; and in an instant, even the architectural form was completely stripped away, leaving only a wisp of pure, primordial intent suspended silently in the void.