Chapter 940: Chapter 77: Tang Xian’s Exploration Journey_2
So from the very beginning, he was wrong—wrong in his overestimation of his own abilities. He thought he could find flaws in this world, but instead he had fallen into one of Eden’s Master’s most vicious traps.
Are the true dangers those ferocious beasts and harsh environnts created by Eden’s Master’s consciousness?
Tang Xian initially thought so as well, but now he understood that the real danger was in the rules of the ga.
From the very first day he entered the ruins, Tang Xian discovered one thing—there was no path forward.
All around him was a misty expanse of whiteness; any attempt to touch it brought a sharp sensation, as if so force was cutting into his consciousness.
It was like the edge of a virtual ga, where approaching it would trigger a warning: “Zone not yet unlocked; further intrusion may result in ga failure.”
Just as he stepped into Eden’s ruins, Tang Xian faced such a predicant. He couldn’t see the distant scenery; the only thing near him was a blank signpost.
But he didn’t back away.
On the contrary, the more obstacles his opponent threw in his way, the more he believed his judgnt was correct—that venturing deeper into the ruins would reveal a weakness in Eden’s Master.
But how could he find a path in a place with no paths?
This was the very duel between Tang Xian and Eden’s Master.
[Leaving the sacred ground cos at a cost. From this mont onward, you must erase the mory of soone from your mind and write their na on the blank signpost in order to see the path leading back to reality.]
Tang Xian had known many, many people in his lifeti. If this was a form of equivalent exchange, he didn’t mind erasing a few mories of insignificant individuals.
This rule was easy to understand, and in Eden’s ruins, Tang Xian had no choice but to comply with Eden’s Master’s rules.
He could only write a na—soone he knew, but soone inconsequential—on the signpost.
The rule took effect imdiately. After writing down the na, that person’s mory vanished from Tang Xian’s mind. As he looked at the na on the signpost, he already felt a sense of unfamiliarity.
And all around him, the blank whiteness dissipated; the world revealed itself—its mountains, seas, and vast expanse.
The true expedition to uncover Eden’s Master’s form had begun.
That was the first day. Tang Xian began acclimating to the harsh environnt of the ruins, using his own judgnt to locate the direction of the central region.
He quickly explored that area, skillfully avoiding various disasters and ferocious beasts, arriving at the location of the second signpost.
By then, he had a general idea of Eden’s Master’s intent.
Perhaps he was still far from the endpoint, and it would take countless signposts before his mory would lack traces of many individuals.
Tang Xian wasn’t wrong—these mories would indeed be erased from his mind, transferred to Eden’s Master.
Thus Eden’s Master waited atop its sacred mountain, exhibiting imnse patience. No matter what secrets Tang Xian tried to hide, they would eventually be exposed to it.
All it needed was ti.
Tang Xian didn’t hesitate much. After all, it was only the second day, and his mory still held countless expendable individuals.
The third day… The fourth day… The fifth day… The hundredth and seventieth day… The hundredth and ninetieth day…
Ti in Eden’s ruins was just like in the sacred ground—it operated entirely differently from the outside world. The vastness of Eden’s ruins also exceeded Tang Xian’s wildest expectations.
He erased countless presences from his mory to earn the right to advance deeper into the ruins.
By the three-hundredth day—nearly a year—Tang Xian already noticed disjointed gaps in his mory.
At this point, he faced two choices: follow the signposts back and return to Zhong Yao’s side.
But if he did so, those lost mories would be gone for nothing.
This was Eden’s Master’s chessboard, where all rules were dictated by it. Yet Tang Xian couldn’t reconcile with the idea of abandoning his journey halfway through.
He could sense that he’d reached a core area, possibly even the place where Eden’s Master’s physical form was hidden.
This gambler’s mindset was unavoidable for Tang Xian—he had to leave this place, return to reality, and only there could he hope to defeat Eden’s Master.
On the six-hundredth day.
Tang Xian finally wrote down the na of soone he had a connection with—Lin Sen.
The delinquent who carried a baseball bat and harassed won was now completely erased from Tang Xian’s mory.
Before this, there were old miners Tang Xian once worked alongside at the bottom tier, including the foreman Song Zhe, and even the auditing officer Jiang Ming who had once given Tang Xian trouble—those individuals and many others.
Because Tang Xian’s exploration sotis progressed swiftly, it wasn’t uncommon for him to encounter multiple signposts in a single day.
And so, erasing several mories within the span of a single day was entirely possible.
Tang Xian knew his companions were undoubtedly working hard to rescue him—or perhaps they were fighting desperately to protect Baichuan City.
He considered retreat many tis, yet thoughts of these individuals gave him courage to confront Eden’s Master.
This was the cruellest illusion Eden’s Master had left for Tang Xian.
If the God-State of the Orderly Ones offered paradise—where all valuable mories were preset and preserved—
Then Eden’s Master’s domain was hell.
The mories to be taken—those to be relinquished—depended entirely on one’s own choices.
Insignificant individuals could be managed easily. But when all the expendable pawns were used up, one had to start making true sacrifices.
Regardless of whether the lost mories were precious or trifling, the territory unlocked by the signposts remained unchanged in size.
Neither importance nor sentintal weight expanded the mapped region beyond its fixed boundaries.
Thus, the process grew increasingly agonizing toward the end.
Because you had to begin ranking those who love you—and those whom you love—into hierarchies.
Human emotions are not ant to be quantified, but Eden’s Master forced Tang Xian to do exactly that.
Qin Qian, Gu Luo, Ye Feng.
On the six-hundred-and-twenty-second day, Tang Xian explored three zones in a row, filling in three nas.
The anxiety on his face deepened. Partly because of his mounting worries about the safety of humanity and Myriad Beasts Realm, and partly because he doubted whether he could escape this place.
He was nearing the nas of his most important individuals, and he thought more than once about giving up—afraid to forget those who mattered most.
But when he turned back to retrace his steps, he realized he’d already ventured into the depths of the ruins.
The nas written on the earlier signposts had vanished along with the path they marked. The return route was gone.
Whether breaking in from outside the sacred ground or venturing deeper into the ruins from the sacred ground, the process was the sa; Tang Xian now stood at the center.
For him, this should have been good news—he had finally reached the core of the ruins.
But he couldn’t feel joy.
On the six-hundred-and-sixtieth day, Tang Xian wrote down Dong Ran’s na.
It felt like a mory elimination battle royale. Those spared until the end were always the ones nearest his heart.
Yet even they would ultimately fade from his mory one by one.
On the six-hundred-and-sixty-first day, Tang Xian saw the landscapes from his dreams.
Before entering the eighth layer of fortifications, he had a warning dream.
In that dream, his father Tang Wen took him to a place where illusion and reality intertwined. A place that felt both human and like the Myriad Beasts Realm.
In the dream, he saw a stone statue holding an infant.
He had finally reached Eden’s Master’s hiding place, but the price was his eternal forgetting of Qiao Shanshan.
On the six-hundred-and-sixty-third day, a dragon’s roar echoed in the sky. Tang Xian raised his head, spotting massive silhouettes swimming amidst the clouds.
Occasionally, he could still hear the cry of a fox.
But these sounds were ethereal, and he felt as though he had returned to that dream.
Tang Xian was sowhat excited, yet when he saw the next signpost, his mood sank back into grief.
This ti, he wrote down Tang Suoye’s na.
The core region was vast, but ti and mory were both running out for Tang Xian.
He saw nurous pitch-black figures—human shadows.
These shadows moved, seemingly producing sound; after six hundred days, Tang Xian had finally heard chaotic murmuring, but he couldn’t discern their words.
These shadow-like creatures had also appeared in his dream, although back then he hadn’t understood their significance. Now he was certain—they were living entities, consud by Eden’s Master’s consciousness.
They had entered a state neither alive nor dead.
If he ventured further, he would undoubtedly reach his goal.
With this thought, Tang Xian encountered yet another signpost, his hands trembling slightly.
Akasi? Song Que? Yuan Wu? Or soone else?
Regardless of whom, Tang Xian felt incapable of writing a na.
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