The pressure unleashed by King Chu Jiang's arrival was like all the chill of the Netherworld condensed into one place, crashing down upon them. The space within the prison seemed to freeze instantly; even their thoughts became sluggish. Those eyes, like ancient cores of eternal ice, held not the slightest emotion—only a pure will to destroy. Su Yan and the others were like mosquitoes trapped in amber, unable to move even a finger. Never had death's shadow felt so clear, so close!
Am I going to die here? The thought flashed through Su Yan's nearly frozen sea of consciousness. No! Absolutely not! He still had unfinished duties, the Sky-Peeking Clan's legacy, his companions' trust, and his yearning for the truth. At this moment, all of it became a roar of unwillingness within him!
At that critical instant, just as his consciousness was about to freeze completely, the Compass in his arms, heated on its own by the terrifying pressure, resonated with the bottle of icy Dream-Returning Immortal Dew he kept close to his body!
Meng Po's words exploded in his mind like thunder—"Perhaps at a crucial moment, it may help you glimpse a forgotten true history..." No! It was not merely for glimpsing it! This immortal dew contained the power of laws that reversed "forgetting" and traced things back to their origin! And the River of Forgetfulness, this river that ran through the Netherworld and washed away memories, was itself closely tied to the laws of "memory" and "forgetting"!
An extremely risky, nearly insane idea took shape in an instant!
There was no time to hesitate, nor did he have the strength for more complicated movements. With his last thread of will, Su Yan forcibly activated the jade bottle containing the Dream-Returning Immortal Dew in his arms! He did not