Gu Qingfeng explored the desolate, sandy Realm of Forgetting while pondering in his mind.
Having spent so much time struggling within the Primordial Black Hole earlier, he was well aware of how terrifying its power was. Many Realms of Forgetting that were swept in were, without exception, crushed and scattered, forming Chaotic Currents.
The reason the Primordial Black Hole had formed a seemingly boundless vortex of Chaotic Currents was likely because, starting from the Desolate Ancient Era, it had crushed countless Realms of Forgetting, gradually accumulating into such a massive vortex.
What puzzled Gu Qingfeng was why this particular Realm of Forgetting hadn't been crushed?
Not only had it not been crushed by the Primordial Black Hole, but it had also drawn in many of the Chaotic Currents from within the black hole.
Could it be that this Realm of Forgetting possessed a Source foundation?
Were its Laws and order still functioning normally?
No.
Gu Qingfeng had just carefully probed the area. This Realm of Forgetting had no Source, no Laws or order whatsoever, and not even a spatial structure.
This forced him to be astonished. Strictly speaking, if a space had no Source, no Laws or order, and no structure, then although it was still technically a space, it had lost the very meaning of being a space. It was like a person losing their soul, their life, and their bones—only the skin would remain, turning into a pile of mud. Like the Chaotic Currents within the Primordial Black Hole, it would transform endlessly with the black hole's fluctuations.
The strange thing was that this Realm of Forgetting was not transforming endlessly. To him, it felt like an ancient corpse that had been dead for a long time but had not decayed.
How could this be?
This was the first time Gu Qingfeng had heard of such a thing. Even though he had comprehended the mysteries of the Great Dao Space, he still found this matter utterly bewildering. To be precise, it somewhat exceeded his understanding and contradicted his comprehension of the Great Dao of Space.
Suddenly.
A possibility occurred to Gu Qingfeng.
Could this Realm of Forgetting be the legendary Ruins from the Desolate Ancient Era?
He wasn't sure.
He neither knew what kind of cataclysm had occurred in the Desolate Ancient Era, nor how the Primordial Black Hole had formed. He simply couldn't determine whether the Realm of Forgetting he was currently in was the legendary Ruins from that era.
In the past, he had ventured into many ruins—from the Ancient Era, the Primordial Era, and even the Archaic Era. The only ones he hadn't entered were those from the Desolate Ancient Era, and he wasn't clear about their characteristics.
The entire sky above this Realm of Forgetting was like a giant vortex, drawing in numerous Chaotic Currents from the Primordial Black Hole. After being drawn in, the currents didn't flow chaotically within the space but instead merged bizarrely into the Realm of Forgetting. It felt as if the Realm of Forgetting was devouring the currents, an extremely peculiar sensation.
The more Gu Qingfeng looked, the more bewildered he became. He couldn't see through it, couldn't understand it.
He continued exploring the Realm of Forgetting.
The space wasn't large, similar to those small immortal realms within the Great Wasteland.
It was filled with deserts everywhere, as if it had been barren for a very, very long time. Forget about flowers, grass, or trees; there weren't even mountains or stones. Searching the entire space yielded nothing but desert after desert.
This was the first time Gu Qingfeng had encountered such a thing.
In the past, no matter how ancient or barren a space was, there would always be ruins left behind. After all, the creations of cultivators—whether arranged formations, refined magical treasures, or opened cave dwellings—were all incredibly resilient. As long as they didn't suffer destructive blows, these things would be preserved. Even without the nourishment of spiritual energy, they could withstand the passage of time.
In contrast, this space had nothing but desert.
Could it be that this space truly was Ruins from the Desolate Ancient Era?
Had everything been utterly annihilated by a world-shattering cataclysm?
Or was it that the Desolate Ancient Era was so far removed from the present day that all the ruins had turned to dust with the passage of time?
Gu Qingfeng gazed at the desert beneath his feet and fell into contemplation. Could it be that some ruins were buried beneath this endless sea of sand?
Thinking this, Gu Qingfeng released his divine sense, probing deep into the desert.
Surprisingly.
After a while, he actually discovered a stretch of ruins deep within the desert. It looked more like a mountain range submerged by the sand. The mountain range retained many skeletal remains, but these bones had long since decayed, turning to dust at the slightest touch. Several magical treasure flying swords were the same—like bubbles, they looked fine when left untouched, but the moment they were contacted, they would instantly vanish without a trace.
Beneath the endless desert, it seemed many ruins were buried. Gu Qingfeng found seven or eight in a row, but unfortunately, they were all the same. Whether it was the remaining bones or the magical treasures, everything had decayed.
He sighed and didn't continue exploring further. Glancing at this barren space, he felt there was no value in further exploration, and then he left.
After comprehending the mysteries of the Great Dao Space, swimming against the current to rush out of a Chaotic Current Vortex wasn't difficult for him. It was like swimming in a fast-flowing river—just a bit of effort and he could break through.
The Primordial Black Hole was even more chaotic than when Gu Qingfeng had left, with Chaotic Current Vortices everywhere. Gu Qingfeng casually found another vortex and charged into it.
The result was as he expected: he fell into another mysterious space once more.
This space was similar to the previous one—no Source, no Laws, no structure, no sun or moon, no yin or yang. The sky above was also like a giant vortex, sweeping in Chaotic Currents, and the interior of the space was filled with barren desert everywhere.
This time, Gu Qingfeng couldn't be bothered to release his divine sense to probe deep into the desert. After staying for a while, he left again.
In this manner, entering and exiting, he ventured into over ten spaces in a row, all of them barren and empty.
One space was like this, two spaces were like this, over ten spaces were all like this.
What kind of existence were these spaces?
Why was there no movement at first, but after that intense sound rang out, all these spaces inexplicably emerged, frantically sweeping in the black hole's Chaotic Currents?
He pondered for a long time but couldn't figure out a reason.
To say that continuously breaking into over ten spaces yielded no harvest at all wasn't entirely true. At the very least, he had found a stone tablet in one of the spaces.
This stone tablet was the only surviving object Gu Qingfeng had found after breaking into over ten spaces in a row. It was unclear what material the tablet was refined from. Although it was broken, it hadn't decayed, and there were two characters on it: Ren Zong.
It seemed like it should be the sect stele of some sect. Since the tablet was broken and the characters incomplete, Gu Qingfeng didn't know if "Ren Zong" was the full name of the sect.
Returning once more to the Primordial Black Hole, Gu Qingfeng didn't casually charge into any Chaotic Current Vortex this time. Instead, he wandered within the Primordial Black Hole for a while. Based on his previous experiences, he had discovered that the larger the space, the larger the Chaotic Current Vortex it formed within the Primordial Black Hole. So, this time, Gu Qingfeng became smarter. He pondered finding a larger vortex to enter a correspondingly larger space.