Capítulo 1269: Chapter 13: Unable to Rember
“What is this place? It exudes such an ancient and profound aura; even the Ancient Forbidden Land might not have such a chilling atmosphere!”
Beside Zhou Yan, Yi Xueyao seed extrely shocked. Ever since she saw that gigantic Broken Stele, she had been completely moved.
Previously, even when faced with the pressure of imminent death and the powerful evil demon coated in tree sap, Yi Xueyao never lost her composure. But now, all her defenses and vigilance were gone.
All that remained was a deep sense of awe towards the Broken Stele.
This awe is indescribable, but standing before the stele, everyone feels an overwhelming weight from the vast ages and ancient history, a deep sense of awe and a strong feeling of powerlessness against fate.
Various shocking sensations impact the spirit and soul of everyone present, causing them to forget even the most fundantal concern for their safety, as if the Heavenly Heart practitioners had temporarily abandoned the harsh environnt they were in.
“This is an ancient ancestor land, carrying the Tao of ages past, engraved with the evolutionary history of civilization, recording a once-glorious journey.”
“Yet, ti is immortal, while the journey has decayed.”
Zhou Yan replied softly.
He didn’t provide a true answer, nor could he offer one.
And even if there were a true answer, Yi Xueyao and the others would not understand it at all.
In this world, probably none other than Lee Ran, Hua Qiudao, or even Zhao Xiaoxiao can comprehend everything here.
“This is an ominous place. We should leave!”
At this mont, Guo Xinling, who rarely spoke, suddenly stamred out softly.
Even though she sensed danger, she only offered Zhou Yan a suggestion—waiting for his response.
“This is indeed an ominous place. Though it’s exactly in our path forward, we can choose to go around it.”
Zhou Yan nodded, affirming Guo Xinling’s statent.
“Guo Xinling, what… did you sense?”
Beside Yi Xueyao, Zhao Ya asked thoughtfully.
Her gaze turned anxious, seemingly very concerned about what Guo Xinling sensed.
“I…”
Guo Xinling hesitated slightly, cautiously glanced at Zhou Yan’s back, appearing to be struggling with words.
Zhou Yan sensed the situation, pondered for a mont, and said, “Speak up if you have anything to say; perhaps everyone can analyze so of the conditions. After all, I can’t completely guarantee we’ll all make it out alive.”
Zhou Yan’s words were direct, yet no one found them inappropriate because in such a harsh environnt, probably even the most powerful Heavenly Heart practitioners couldn’t confidently protect everyone they wished to guard.
The grueso scene prior was enough to cause many Heavenly Heart practitioners to die countless tis in an instant.
“When I saw the Broken Stele, I was montarily lost and then experienced sothing akin to an instant illusion: the water in the pool beneath suddenly cracked open, countless light points like living things rushed towards us, devouring us entirely. Other than Zhou Yan, everyone disappeared without a trace, leaving no remains. As for Zhou Yan, he turned into starlight and dispersed between Heaven and Earth. Although he also vanished, I sohow felt sure he did not die but gained an unknown opportunity…”
Guo Xinling hesitated, then cautiously described the scene she sensed.
Her words seed to plunge the setting into a silence.
“Further… the mont the illusion appeared, it vanished again; I almost instantly forgot the mory of the illusion. But suddenly, I inexplicably entered the illusion once more and experienced a similar scene, only this ti I awoke suddenly before the scene concluded, so I rembered so key points—”
Guo Xinling explained what she rembered and the reasons behind it.
This implies these originally unretainable mories were recalled by her at this mont, spoken out and then eventually forgotten over ti.
Not only Guo Xinling but even Yi Xueyao and others seed dazed and, monts after, appeared to forget the scene as if waking from a dream.
“Let’s move on; this place is quite peculiar.”
Yi Xueyao said.
Ye Xinlu and others promptly agreed with her statent.
As for Guo Xinling herself, she still appeared cautious, and by this point, she seed to have forgotten her own revelations.
Everyone instinctively moved forward, while Zhou Yan deliberately slowed his pace.
Guo Xinling’s words remained in Zhou Yan’s mory, but he realized this kind of event is best left unconsidered—it imdiately pulls him into sothing akin to an illusionary realm upon contemplation, cloaking the situation with the colors of illusion, much like a normally alert person pondering an issue suddenly entering a dreamlike state.
Whenever Zhou Yan attempted to think, this situation ensued imdiately.
He pondered thrice, each instance nearly entrapping him in the illusion, forcing him to withdraw.
Even when utilizing computing power akin to a chip for derivation, his vitality grew exceptionally weary, as if constantly teetering on the edge of slumber.
Zhou Yan dared not attempt further exploration; he could confirm two outcos: first, entering the illusion would erase these mories; second, within the illusion, he’d lose any defensive capability, potentially truly perishing in such perilous terrain.
Zhou Yan stopped contemplating.
He circumvented the Broken Stele, walking alongside its side, aiming to bypass this place, heading towards the vast and expansive area beyond.
Relying on intuition, Zhou Yan could judge there was an exit in that direction.
Zhou Yan ticulously sensed the surrounding environnt, guiding everyone forward, each step calculated and judged repeatedly with his sensing power before taking.
But after an hour, the massive, vivid Broken Stele once again stood before him.
Even broken, the giant stele was nearly ten ters high.
The ten-ter-high stele made Zhou Yan and the others, none of whom were over two ters tall, look like ants being looked down upon.
Not only Zhou Yan, but even Yi Xueyao’s face turned a shade paler in an instant.
“Huh? Where’s Guo Xinling? When did Guo Xinling disappear?”
Suddenly, Ye Xinlu voiced in panic.
Panic, unease, even terror.
“Impossible, I’ve been shrouding everyone in soul power, how could Guo Xinling disappear!”
Zhou Yan instinctively responded.
But as Zhou Yan turned around and carefully sensed everyone, he found that the petite and adorable Guo Xinling, who had always been a bit timid like a neighbor’s little sister, had disappeared without a trace.
“The Broken Stele is bleeding!”
Wu Junzhe’s expression was extrely grim, his eyes staring at the giant Broken Stele as if he had seen a ghost.
On the Broken Stele, the words “Jade Void” had turned blood red, as if written in intertwined blood, exuding a strong sense of bloodiness.
Like the eyes of a demon, the two words held a terrifying and sinister power, invading one’s spirit and making one feel horrified and chilled to the bone.
“That… that’s Guo Xinling’s blood…”
Zhao Ya pointed at the Broken Stele and said.
Beside the Broken Stele, Guo Xinling’s robe had already turned into fragnts, like a pile of paper scraps, lying there covered in dust.
On the Broken Stele, it was as if a weak life had manifested its soul, with blood flowing like a flood, struggling silently: “Leave, leave…”
Like a scene from a dream, it suddenly appeared in Zhou Yan’s mind, then disappeared abruptly.
The next mont, the dream appeared again but was abruptly interrupted—having experienced it once, Zhou Yan suddenly beca clear-headed and realized he had morized the originally unmorizable dream.
“Earlier, Guo Xinling rembered that dream, so she encountered danger, now, am I facing disaster?”
In his heart, Zhou Yan couldn’t help but reach this conclusion.
He was even certain of this conclusion.
“Let’s go, this place is too sinister.”
Zhao Ya’s voice shook, filled with fear.
Having survived countless tis of life and death, she had never felt afraid, but facing this unknown danger, she was absolutely terrified, unimaginably scared.
Here, no one feels safe, everyone’s nerves are extrely taut.
“We took the right path earlier, now let’s go left again, don’t think about anything, pay attention to the people around you, pay attention to yourself, if anything feels off, shout for imdiately!”
Zhou Yan said with a heavy look.
This situation far exceeded imagination.
“Okay.”
Yi Xueyao was the first to agree, her expression equally heavy, even releasing crystalline beads of sweat on her sharp, jade-like nose.
Her eyes radiated a unique will, unyielding, strong, and resolute.
Zhou Yan sensed all around, no longer allowing any distraction, utilizing his calculating ability to the fullest, also employing all his understanding of the array.
This ti, Zhou Yan moved more cautiously, breaking through over three illusionary entrances distinctly, everyone detected no abnormalities along the way, nor felt any unfavorable environntal changes.
But after an hour, the surroundings cut through the mist, and as the environnt reappeared before their eyes, everyone beca sluggish.
The Broken Stele was still the Broken Stele.
It still stood tall there as the Broken Stele.
And this ti, upon snapping back from the daze, Zhou Yan imdiately sensed around, only to find that Qiu Pengkun, the always silent mber of the group, the handso young man, had disappeared.
Even before anyone realized this scene, Zhou Yan had already detected Qiu Pengkun’s absence.
At that mont, from the break of the Broken Stele, a human head slowly rose, a head bleeding profusely from seven orifices, a ghastly sight.
And that person was precisely Qiu Pengkun.
“Ah—”
Zhao Ya and Ye Xinlu cried out in surprise but quickly covered their mouths, not letting the screams attract more evil creatures.
anwhile, the two turned deathly pale, the fear having penetrated to their very bones, impossible to dispel.
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