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Chapter 606: The Sword of Forgetfulness
Chapter 606: The Sword of Forgetfulness
November 22, 2024
Mountain of Ten Thousand Gods.
Immortal Heaven Cavern.
Here, the descendants of Pillar Immortals and their affiliated deities reside.
An Nan's expression was cold as he looked at Qi Yuan, "If it weren't for the fact that He Tian had assisted me when I was a Phantom Librarian, I would have avoided meeting you due to the conflict of interest."
Among the Pillars, the Immortals and Tian Kai rarely interacted, and their descendants seldom associated with each other.
Someone like He Tian was indeed rare.
"I've taken note of this favor from He Tian," Qi Yuan said politely.
"Regarding An Ba Xian's demise in the Abandoned Land, I'm quite curious and would like to see if there's any information left behind.
If possible, I'd like to pay my respects to An Ba Xian's remains."
An Nan furrowed his brows.
To be honest, Qi Yuan's request was a bit excessive.
However, the favor from the Divine Lord Realm He Tian... It would be a good opportunity to settle this debt. He didn't want to get too involved with the Divine Lord.
"This is some of the scattered words and phrases left behind by our ancestor in the Abandoned Land." An Nan handed Qi Yuan a tattered book.
Qi Yuan carefully examined the book and began reading it on the spot.
An Nan sat beside him, turned away, and stretched out his hand as if playing with a fish floating in the air.
"In the Xuan Ling Realm, there is a strange occurrence where people have multiple eyes. This is indeed bizarre.
My divine statue absorbs faith and devotions, swallowing the plane's spirit."
Generally, when the True Gods of the Mountain of Ten Thousand Gods descend upon various realms and planes, they absorb faith and sometimes swallow the plane's spirit.
"However, after I swallowed the plane's spirit, the creatures in the Xuan Ling Realm gained multiple eyes... No, they didn't disappear; they transferred to my body!!!"
The subsequent result was evident—the bizarre anomaly manifested in An Ba Xian.
He was a Divine Lord Realm expert, equivalent to a World Lord Realm in other universes.
Yet, after swallowing a mere plane's spirit, his body became distorted, causing him unbearable pain and bringing him to the brink of death.
Even a Daoist God who witnessed this condition could only shake his head, indicating that there was no hope.
"So, after he absorbed the plane's spirit, all the anomalies of the Xuan Ling Realm manifested in his body.
When he could no longer endure the pain, the anomalies would continue to wreak havoc in the Xuan Ling Realm."
From the above content, Qi Yuan extracted crucial information.
In the Sky Federation, succubi ran rampant, and even though Qi Yuan's divine decree specifically targeted them, there were always special circumstances that led to an increase in daily deaths.
If someone had swallowed the Sky Federation's plane spirit, would the frequency of accidental deaths decrease?
However, the problem was that the Sky Federation didn't have a plane spirit.
Moreover, who could swallow it?
Even a Divine Lord Realm expert could die from it. To swallow it, one would need an indestructible attribute.
If anyone were to attempt it, it would likely have to be Qi Yuan.
After all, the current game mission was to protect the Abandoned Land.
"I've finished reading. If you want to see his remains, follow me." An Nan showed no respect for An Ba Xian.
Qi Yuan nodded.
The two entered an underground area, and the temperature gradually rose, as if they were inside a solar core.
As far as the eye could see, there were flames and explosions everywhere.
However, at the very center, there was an extreme chill.
A small iceberg stood there.
It was located amidst endless flames, never melting or withering.
On the iceberg, there was a shattered divine body.
His expression was hideous, filled with terror.
Countless eyes covered his spine, and an inexplicable fear emanated from them. Blood seeped out from these eyes.
Additionally, his body was covered in lush hair.
Strands of hair were even visible in the blood droplets, a truly bizarre sight.
"Is this An Ba Xian?"
He seemed to have died a miserable death.
[Curse Corpse, bearing a curse, twisted and perished.]
This was the hidden information Qi Yuan's eyes revealed.
"Can I take one of his eyes and a strand of hair?" Qi Yuan asked An Nan.
"Sure," An Nan replied strangely, then added, "These things are quite eerie, so it's best not to study them or place them in your divine realm. Be careful not to get contaminated."
"Thanks for the reminder," Qi Yuan smiled, taking an eye and a strand of hair with him.
In the following days, Qi Yuan's routine involved examining the eye and hair and visiting the Sky Federation to see if he could protect more people.
After all, this was his mission.
As Qi Yuan observed the eye and hair, he gained more useful information.
"The so-called curse is a descent curse. To avoid the abyss, one must... forget."
After observing it so many times, Qi Yuan finally found a way to deal with this curse.
"Forge a Sword of Forgetfulness to sever the cursed flesh and blood."
Qi Yuan squinted, his thoughts swirling.
He had found a way to protect the Abandoned Lands.
Of course, this method was far from ideal.
In fact, it would be extremely painful and torturous.
"Gather all the Descent Curses and misfortunes of the Abandoned Lands onto myself... then use the Sword of Forgetfulness to cut away the fatal misfortunes."
Qi Yuan frowned.
"Anyone capable of doing this is truly a saint."
Qi Yuan sighed.
The so-called misfortunes and Descent Curses vary in severity.
Bearing such burdens would mean enduring pain and suffering that ordinary people cannot tolerate.
Moreover, when a part of the body is eroded by misfortune and Descent Curses to a fatal state, one must use the Sword of Forgetfulness to sever that area.
"But this is just a game; no matter how painful, it's all an illusion."
"Am I so afraid of suffering even in a game?"
"Compared to those true saints, I still fall far short."
Qi Yuan smiled faintly.
He had made his decision.
He would protect the Abandoned Lands using this method.
Although it carried some risks and might be painful, it was just a game, wasn't it?
All beings were part of the game, and suffering was part of it.
"So, the urgent task... is to forge a Sword of Forgetfulness?"
Qi Yuan pondered deeply.
"Wind Ye, I'm going to enter seclusion. Don't disturb me."
After giving the instruction, Qi Yuan began to forge the Sword of Forgetfulness.
Although Qi Yuan was not particularly skilled in sword-making, at his current realm and with his knowledge of alchemy from the Divine Tree Universe, forging a sword was still a minor task for him.
"Ten Thousand Mother Golden Essence, Yin-Yang Nine True Stones, Void Yin Pestilence..."
Flames of various colors rose from Qi Yuan's hands.
Scorching, cold, and extremely cold.
Various effects spread as the materials in his hands melted into a liquid.
"To forge the Sword of Forgetfulness, one must enter a state of self-forgetfulness.
There must be only the word 'forget' in one's heart!"
The most unique aspect of the Sword of Forgetfulness is not the materials but the "forgetfulness" it bestows.
At this moment, Qi Yuan activated the Great Mind Forgetting Sutra.
He entered a state of self-forgetfulness.
"Forgetfulness is the beginning of everything."
"Forgetfulness is the end of time."
"Cycles are ultimately broken by forgetfulness."
A special aura spread as the materials Qi Yuan was refining emitted a terrifying presence.
It seemed as if something terrifying was permeating the surroundings.
Meanwhile.
In an unknown place.
Infinite flames burned here, covering perhaps a third of a universe in size.
The flames consumed everything, space and time, and even fate and destiny seemed to be burned away.
Suddenly.
Clang!
The sound of chains rattling echoed.
Clang!
This sound grew faster, more frequent, and louder.
At the edge of the world, several Divine Lords awoke, their eyes filled with confusion.
"What's happening?"
"Why is the endless sea of fire behaving strangely?"
"Here... there seems to be a sword buried!"
"Report this to the Daoist God!"
Many Divine Lords vanished instantly.
After all, there were many legends about the endless sea of fire.
It was said that a world-shattering evil sword was buried here.
No one knew the name of this sword.
Those who knew its name were all dead.
In a fleeting moment.
Three towering figures of Daoist Gods descended.
Their hands could encompass the entire endless sea of fire.
It seemed that this space, a third the size of a universe, was merely a trifle in their hands.
"The sword... has disappeared," one Daoist God murmured, his voice complex.
"Its characteristics have long been erased, forgotten by people. What remains... is just a broken sword," another Daoist God said.
"Even a broken sword... is enough to slay us," the last Daoist God said, his face filled with concern. "This matter must be thoroughly investigated."
The other two nodded, their expressions also grave.
The broken sword was covered in too much blood.
"Pity, the broken sword is free from causality, and its whereabouts cannot be divined."
"Regardless, we must find it and determine the reason for its disappearance."
"Order the observation of the Forgotten Lands to be increased."
"Hopefully... the disaster of the past will not happen again."
"We only wish for the world to be peaceful and for the Dao to endure forever."
...
"This is the sword I forged?"
Qi Yuan's expression was somewhat bewildered.
To create the Sword of Forgetfulness, one needed to activate the Great Mind Forgetting Sutra, tricking oneself.
Now, he felt somewhat dazed and forgetful.
But no matter how forgetful he was, common sense still existed.
He had clearly been refining a new sword, but the result was a broken, old sword.
The sword was not particularly long, and rust marks were visible on its surface. Fine cracks ran along its length, a testament to its age and wear.
The Forgotten Sword, a Broken Blade.
"Perhaps it's because of its very nature of forgetting that this sword has forgotten the passage of time, and thus, it has become broken?" Qi Yuan muttered to himself.
With the Great Mind Forgetting Sutra in motion, he entered a state of clarity, choosing not to dwell on these thoughts.
"There's still so much material left. Let's fill in the cracks and then implant the nature of forgetting."
As Qi Yuan acted, new material merged into the fractured sword.
The nature of forgetting, guided by the Great Mind Forgetting Sutra, was slowly infused into the sword.
"Forgetting is the foundation, the essence of all, the root of the Great Dao!"
"Only through forgetting can we achieve eternity."
As Qi Yuan spoke, the essence of the Great Mind Forgetting Sutra continued to flow into the Forgotten Sword.
Time passed, and Qi Yuan opened his eyes, his face pale.
"Exhausted, but did it work?"
He shook his head, dismissing the atmosphere of the Great Mind Forgetting Sutra.
However, his eyes still held the clarity and uncertainty of a university student.
"Strange, why do I feel like my Great Mind Forgetting Sutra didn't fully infuse this sword?"
"This sword is mischievous."
Qi Yuan mused.
Although it wasn't fully infused, the sword's power exceeded Qi Yuan's expectations.
"I didn't realize my weapon-forging skills had reached such a pinnacle."
Qi Yuan praised himself.
This sword was far more powerful than the light sword he had crafted in the Divine Wood Universe.
"With this sword, slaying a Divine Lord would be effortless."
Qi Yuan's mind wandered.
But suddenly, he froze.
"Wait, did something happen when I was practicing with the sword?"
"Oh no, I used the Great Mind Forgetting Sutra, even the act of sword forging... I've forgotten what happened."
"What... what happened then?"
For some reason, Qi Yuan felt like he had forgotten something.
"Oh well, forgotten is forgotten. It was probably some useless information anyway, taking up unnecessary space in my memory. Deleted it is."
Holding the newly infused Forgotten Sword, Qi Yuan felt content.
This sword, in his estimation, was no less impressive than the Unique Palace and the Wan Shu Divine Gate.
Qi Yuan guessed that his ability to forge such a sword was a fortunate coincidence.
If he were to forge it again, he estimated it would result in a Forgotten Sword, but... it definitely wouldn't be this powerful.
"So, my luck is still pretty good." Qi Yuan thought proudly.
"Your Highness."
Just then, Feng Ye approached, his expression somber.
"What's the matter? How long have I been in seclusion?"
"Seventy-seven days and forty-nine nights," Feng Ye replied, his face still somber. "Just thirty days ago, His Highness Tian Kai... set out for the front lines."
"To fight against the Soul Severing Bridge?" Qi Yuan asked.
The Ten Thousand Gods Mountain had a long-standing feud with the Soul Severing Bridge, and the two had been in constant conflict.
But the previous battles, while controlled within a certain range, had the presence of Pillar-level experts on the front lines, they were mostly for show.
Now, with His Highness Tian Kai dispatched to the front lines, it seemed the battle situation had changed.
This change might affect everyone in the Ten Thousand Gods Mountain.
For Feng Ye, the greatest impact was on Qi Yuan, the Divine Son he served.
"Your Highness, please focus on your cultivation and break through to the Divine Lord Realm. If you're summoned to the front lines, there's a risk of falling." Feng Ye said, his voice filled with anticipation.
His Highness Tian Kai had rushed to the front lines, leaving in a hurry.
Once the front lines stabilize, they might summon these Divine Sons and Daughters.
As Qi Yuan's Guardian Daoist, he would naturally be called upon as well.
"Yes, I've been diligently cultivating," Qi Yuan assured.
Currently, he was in the Abandoned Land, continuously tempering his Divine Decree.
The Divine Lord Realm wasn't far off.
This speed, if spoken of, would be considered somewhat terrifying.
However, Qi Yuan, after perusing the books in the Library, discovered many peculiar things.
Take the Divine Lord He Tian, for example, who had taken merely ten thousand years to step into the Divine Lord Realm, and then... he remained in that realm.
This speed... if transferred to other universes or the Immortal Realm's sixth heaven, would be considered astounding.
After all, ten thousand years to reach the third layer of the Yang God Realm.
But in the Ten Thousand Gods Mountain, there were quite a few like him.
Most importantly, the majority of them, required perhaps a million years, which already qualified them as peerless geniuses. Most required thousands or even tens of millions of years.
So, this world, in its entirety, was peculiar.
(End of Chapter)
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