Capítulo 962: Chapter 561: Erased mories (Part 3)
Up to this point, the Second-fold Immortal Martial, eight Ancestral Realm figures, have fallen by his hand!
This is nearly unprecedented since the beginning of ti, enough to rewrite the entire cosmic order!
Yet, the Heavenly Fate that Chu Zheng has collected isn’t much, with the fall of eight Ancient Ancestors, the total amount he ultimately retrieved and integrated into himself is barely above ten percent.
The greater part was swiftly drawn away by the hidden Good and Evil Corpses the mont the Ancient Ancestors fell.
However, compared to the Heavenly Destiny True Spirit that would later master Heavenly Fate nearly perfectly, the current Good and Evil Corpses were clearly not proficient enough in its manipulation, leaving behind many traces and gaps, giving Chu Zheng nurous opportunities for retrieval and counterattack.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have secured even this ten percent.
Moreover, Chu Zheng could clearly feel that as these Ancient Ancestors, serving as vessels of Heavenly Fate, fell one by one, the hidden Good and Evil Corpses also suffered considerable repercussions and damage.
Their connection to the Heavenly Fate of these Ancient Ancestors was forcibly severed, akin to having a part of themselves torn apart, their aura notably more chaotic.
Swoosh—
Chu Zheng once again used the Emperor Palace to shake off Jun Huang’s Fist Seal, retreating by leveraging the force, his figure flickering as he slipped into the crevice of space-ti, temporarily exiting the core of the battlefield.
His breath was heavy, his chest subtly heaving; the series of battles, especially dealing simultaneously with multiple Ancient Ancestors endowed with Heavenly Fate and interference from hidden manipulators, was a trendous drain on him.
The Emperor Palace in his hand humd eagerly, craving more Ancestor Blood, its own spirituality continuously vibrated and transford amidst the relentless collisions.
Even if his strength could recover, he was already sowhat exhausted at this mont.
“Martial Ancestor, leave quickly!”
The two remaining Martial Dao Ancient Ancestors blocked the intent on pursuing, bloodthirsty Jun Huang, forcibly pulling him out of the battlefield.
The four remaining Immortal Ancestors of the Immortal Alliance exchanged glances, their intent to retreat subtly erging, subsequently withdrawing from the battlefield’s center.
Seeing this, Chu Zheng took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil of Qi and Yuan Qi within himself, without any intention to delay, his gaze piercing through layers of space-ti barriers, looking towards the distant boundary, then heading straight towards the Vast Universe.
The matter was far from over; he had more crucial tasks to attend to at this mont.
He transford into a dim stream of light, directly tearing through space-ti barriers, leaving the battlefield atop the River of Space-Ti, entering the boundless Vast Universe, heading straight towards the Soul Origin Pool and Burial Valley.
He sought to find Xue Qing’s residual soul; after a living creature’s demise, the soul was bound to fall into the Vast Universe.
He needed to know where the mutation in Xue Qing’s Divine Soul had occurred.
The Vast Universe would surely hold clues.
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Martial Pavilion Ancestral Land.
Beside the Cold Pond reflecting the space-ti battlefield, deep underground.
Yan Feng stared intensely into the pond’s water, which mirrored the blurred yet fierce battle scene. Although the details were becoming unclear to him, the figure burning with blood-colored flas eventually vanished at the end of the Immortal Road, and then the scene of brilliant divine light shattering the Second-fold Immortal Martial Ancestors…
All these imprinted indelibly on his heart.
However, just as the battle ended, an abrupt change occurred!
“Ah—”
Yan Feng suddenly let out a scream of extre agony, as if struck by an invisible hamr, clutching his head and kneeling on the ground, his body convulsing violently.
His head throbbed with excruciating pain.
It felt as though millions of steel needles were simultaneously piercing his Sea of Consciousness. In an instant, he sensed vast swathes of mory being stripped and devoured by so terrifying force from their roots.
Regarding his master’s visage, voice, teachings, and monts of interaction…
Everything related to his master was vanishing at an irresistible speed, instantly becoming blurred.
“Master!!”
Yan Feng desperately tried to grasp those fleeting fragnts of mory, madly operating his Divine Sense, attempting to resist the force erasing his mories, but it was all in vain.
His mories, like words written in sand, were being relentlessly erased by the rushing tide.
As if realizing sothing, he hastily retrieved a blank Jade Book, his fingertips trembling, trying to use the Divine Sense as a pen, to etch everything he rembered about his master onto it, leaving the final evidence.
He struggled to inscribe, the characters twisting.
However, sothing bizarre took place.
The freshly inscribed characters, like ice exposed to sunlight, began to rapidly fade, disappearing in an instant, leaving the Jade Book still smooth as new, as if no trace had ever been left.
Nearby, Erosion Sun Rain also felt a sharp pain in the mind, seemingly missing so crucial mory, yet his reaction was clearly much better than Yan Feng’s.
His causal connection with Xue Qing was not as deep as Yan Feng’s, making the sense of erased mory relatively weaker.
“Senior brother Yan Feng?”
Seeing Yan Feng clutching his head, howling in pain almost to the point of collapse, Erosion Sun Rain’s expression tensed, quickly stepping forward to support him, infusing a harmonious True Yuan, attempting to stabilize his chaotic aura.
Yan Feng, with tears streaming down his face, his eyes bloodshot as if with blood, his hands desperately tugging at his hair as if trying to tear off his scalp, continually let out suppressed roars, his voice hoarse and despairing:
“I’ve forgotten! I’ve forgotten everything!”
“What have you forgotten?”
Erosion Sun Rain’s expression was puzzled, increasingly baffled.
He sensed sothing was deeply amiss with Yan Feng’s state, as if he was engulfed by so terrible Heart Demon Barrier.
“I can’t rember my master…”
Yan Feng’s eyes were bloodshot, panting heavily like a fish out of water, desperately trying to recall, but the mories he could retain were rely disconnected snippets, a chaotic jumble.
Ultimately, his mories began, from the recent scenes, bit by bit, being rcilessly wiped clean.
All of it rapidly faded, disintegrated, until transforming into nothingness.
Within his mind, amidst the boundless emptiness and darkness, only two softly hopeful phrases remained, flickering like the last spark:
“Try to live a bit longer…”
“Live to the day of universal harmony, to personally witness, what that era looks like…”
Apart from that, everything about his master had beco indistinct, leaving only a shadow.
“Master? Senior brother Yan Feng, have you succumbed to a Heart Demon Barrier? When did you beco an apprentice? Which Ancient Ancestor from the Martial Pavilion accepted you as a disciple?”
Erosion Sun Rain’s expression changed, eyes rife with deep concern and confusion.
He carefully recalled that among the Martial Pavilion’s Ancient Ancestors, none seed to have clearly accepted Yan Feng as a direct disciple.
He found it hard to comprehend why rely observing a distant space-ti battle resulted in such earth-shattering change in Yan Feng, causing severe mory disarray and collapse.
What exactly had happened?
In that battle, what power actually crossed space-ti, to directly influence or even alter the mory of a powerful Martial Emperor?
Erosion Sun Rain gazed at the Cold Pond, which was gradually returning to calm, his heart filled with endless questions.
anwhile, Yan Feng, slumped beside the cold pond, stared vacantly into the void, silent tears stread down as he repeatedly murmured those two phrases:
“Live a bit longer…”
“Live to universal harmony…”
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