Chapter 1535: From Your World Disappearing

What did I see? Was that the truth? Chu Feng’s soul trembled; his body and mind quivered.

On the opposite shore, there was a being! He saw it clearly; it was no illusion! However, his eyes were now in excruciating pain, unable to endure the corrosive sensation. He couldn't keep staring; his eyeballs felt as if they were being torn apart by some unknown substance. Chu Feng mumbled as if in a dream, striving to recall everything he had just seen. The image was blurred and indistinct, yet immensely significant: at the end of the path, eternity was absent, replaced by a decaying powerhouse. He knew this revelation concerned the future of the pollen path and could not be forgotten. Yet, despite his attainment of the Dual Eternal Venerable Fruit, his memory was fading and felt as if it would explode. It was hard to imagine the profound domain this phenomenon touched upon!

Why? His mind was turning blank. He felt disoriented. Was he cursed, targeted simply for taking a glance? He felt as if he was losing himself; not only his memories but also his very existence seemed to be at risk. He himself was on the verge of vanishing along with that memory! Chu Feng clenched his fists and let out a guttural roar of denial. How could this be? What exactly was that? Something was amiss with the pollen path; the problem lay at its very end! He had glimpsed a part of the truth, but he was being corroded in return, unable to retain any memory of what he saw. Chu Feng's body visibly grew ethereal, just like the indistinct and hazy image he had witnessed, threatening to dissipate in time. His physical form blurred, on the verge of ceasing to exist. What a terrifying event this was! It was as if he had never appeared, as if the world had never known him! All of this was utterly terrifying, beyond imagination!

Even the most supreme experts among True Immortals and Grand Universe-level beings who had reached the very edge of decay would be horrified, terrified, and turn to flee upon witnessing this scene. Otherwise, even beings of their caliber would find it impossible to escape, fading into obscurity, emptiness, and disintegrating within this world. At this critical juncture, facing the final, arduous struggle for survival, Chu Feng thought of someone: the individual mentioned by Nine Dao One. No one ever spoke that person's name; their image in everyone's memory gradually blurred and dissipated over the years, as if they had never existed. Now, before him, at the end of the path, was another being, causing Chu Feng's memory to vanish, his mind to go blank, and even his body to blur, threatening his complete dissolution. Could this be the same type of being?! Chu Feng had encountered a being of such a formidable level, and because he was confronting it directly, the problem was even more severe. He was going to die! This was a tragic way to die, akin to eternal oblivion, where even the traces of one's past existence would be erased. Even those who knew and were familiar with him would forget him.

This was incredibly tragic, utterly desolate! It was as if he had never come into this world, vanishing and being erased from everyone's memories. Even in death, no one would know. It was hard to imagine what kind of existence he was truly facing today. At this very moment, across the world, the image of Chu Feng in many people's minds indeed began to fade, continuously dissipating, on the verge of disappearing entirely. This was an incredibly chilling change: a memory, a person, was inexplicably vanishing, destined to become a blank space forever! If one understood the truth, stepped out of this strange loop to examine and observe this anomaly, who wouldn't be afraid? Even a fallen True Immortal would be horrified.

Clearly, some individuals sensed this terrifying change. For instance, those with close ties to Chu Feng immediately perceived that something was amiss. Ying Xiaoxiao, a member of the Semi-Immortal Race with silver hair cascading to her waist, wore a slightly bewildered expression on her fair face. She murmured that she felt strange, her heart empty, as though something incredibly important had been torn away. It was a painful void she couldn't grasp, a sense of having lost something.

In the desolate lands of the Alien Desolate Tiger Clan, Dong Dahu roared, clutching his head, his eyes seeming to bulge and tear. He gasped and bellowed, distressed that his memory was fragmented; a period, a very important experience, had collapsed and could no longer be connected.

On the Two Realms Battlefield, Zhou Xi's face was pale. She had a premonition of something terrible, feeling a strong unease in her heart. She wondered if it was Chu Feng, what was happening to him, sensing he was about to vanish, fading from her memory, and desperately questioned why this was happening. Because she had just been thinking about Chu Feng, who had only recently departed, she still had some impression of him. However, even that impression was on the verge of being erased, filling her with dread and fear. Tears streamed down Zhou Xi's face as she silently pleaded, asking him what was wrong, why he was disappearing from her world, and if he had met with an accident. As she hailed from the Sixth Family of the Yang Realm, she knew far more than ordinary people and had naturally heard about the circumstances of that particular individual. Now, Chu Feng himself was on the verge of vanishing from her memory, indicating he must have encountered something unimaginable. A wave of denial washed over her. She was restless and afraid, yet in an instant, she realized she had no memory of anything, and even the name she had just uttered felt utterly foreign.

Weeping, Zhou Xi lamented that she had lost something incredibly important, feeling profound heartache, unable to recall it. She was filled with self-reproach, anguish, worry, and fear. Crying, she called out, realizing it was a person she couldn't remember, urging him to return quickly. Many present, including those more powerful than her, also showed expressions of shock, as they too were affected. The more powerful the being, the longer they could resist, though the difference was minimal. Still, they retained some impressions for now. For instance, Old Gu, and his old rival, the renowned Grand Chaos-level expert Zhou Bo, were both trembling with fright. They could distinctly feel their minds "emptying out." Old Gu's hair stood on end, and his face turned ashen as he realized Chu Feng was blurring and about to vanish from his mind. Zhou Bo's expression changed abruptly. He didn't know what was happening, wondering if he was becoming senile. Why would such a person vanish from his thoughts? Standing on a mountain peak, Qin Luoyin, now known as Qingyin, felt bewildered and somewhat forlorn as Chu Feng's image gradually faded from her memory, never to be seen again. She reached out into the air, but found only emptiness. The strange dragon wore a bewildered and fearful expression, feeling as though a part of his life's experience had been severed. He didn't know whether to rejoice at his liberation or to sigh in sorrow. Within moments, Old Gu too became disoriented, no longer remembering Chu Feng's identity or origins. Even the name itself felt unfamiliar to him.

Zhou Xi, filled with sadness, knew she had apparently forgotten someone but couldn't recall who it was. Hearing Old Gu's murmur, she grasped at it like a last straw, desperately trying to remember. Yet, she couldn't, her cultivation being too far behind. Sobbing, Zhou Xi declared that she didn't want to give him up, she wanted to remember him, to have him reappear in her world. Crystalline tears continuously streamed down her fair cheeks. Even the Martial Lunatic showed a surprised expression, feeling quite unexpected as he gazed down at a certain void. The Martial Lunatic found it interesting how the individual from the Lesser Netherworld, whom he had always heard about, was now blurring and about to dissipate like wind. He wondered what that person had encountered. Could it be that the scriptures or profound artifacts left by that figure were too much to bear after being touched, forcing him to cease existing just as the legends foretold? What kind of experience was this, he pondered. The Martial Lunatic pondered this, as even his own memory was blurring, and information about that person was dissolving from his mind. He knew what this meant: that person was going to die! Moreover, if there were no exceptions, that person would face eternal oblivion, with all traces utterly erased.

He had heard such legends before, for the Martial Lunatic had lived through immensely long ages and had encountered no small number of unspeakable secret histories. Yaoyao raised her head, her fair chin slightly upturned, looking somewhat stubborn, as she silently wondered, "Chu Feng... is that you?" She had always been confident, hailed as the foremost beauty under the stars in her early years, and with her peerless appearance, she was considered exceptionally graceful in the eyes of the world. But now, she showed concern, unable to remain composed. She extended her fair and delicate fingers, touching the void. What she saw was different from others; she, like Chu Feng, could actually perceive "spirits"! She saw glowing particles, flickering like candlelight, rising in vast numbers, appearing and disappearing erratically. Among those spirits, she seemed to see Chu Feng's face, formed from spirit particles, receding into the distance, embarking on a path of no return! Yaoyao swiftly began to chant, reciting words about the "Three Emperor Arts uniting" and "heroic spirits illuminating past and present."

As Yaoyao chanted, she stretched her body, her graceful arms sweeping through the void, and her feet tracing strange patterns. She seemed to be performing an ancient ritual, or perhaps forming hand seals, unleashing a long-lost secret art. This was both strange and peculiar. Her incantations and ritualistic dance merged, causing space to intensely vibrate, fragments of time to wildly swirl, and spacetime to resonate, as if summoning something! "Emperor Sacrifice?" came a shocked thought from someone witnessing this.

At that moment, the Feathered Emperor was astonished, instantly moved, and wondered if he was mistaken. That woman actually understood such a lost sacrificial dance? What was she trying to do? Was she attempting to summon a true Heavenly Emperor? In Yaoyao's eyes, the blurry sight was different from what others perceived: "spirits," like glowing dandelions, were withering, drifting, and moving away into the darkness. She yearned to communicate with them! Chu Feng's body grew ethereal, even partially disintegrating, turning into light, into candlelight, into particles. He became increasingly insubstantial.

His entire being appeared unreal, merely a hazy silhouette. His body and soul both quivered. How could this be? He wondered if he was truly going to dissipate just from glimpsing a partial scene. He was unwilling. Many of his wishes remained unfulfilled, and too many people awaited reunion. He wanted to find all those who had reincarnated, but now he was destined to die first. He desperately tried to recall what exactly he had seen. A blurred image resurfaced: at the end of the pollen path... there was a powerful being. Although indistinct, it was definitely humanoid, and that entity was influencing everything. Chu Feng struggled to remember; he wanted to understand his demise. At the end of the pollen path, that being appeared to be dead, lying across the road, fallen there! Chu Feng mumbled as he recalled these images: a figure with long hair covering its face, drenched in blood. This being had not intentionally harmed him; rather, it was so immensely powerful that its mere existence affected the continuity and stability of the entire pollen evolution path! He wondered if this was the one mentioned by Number Nine. Before his mind completely emptied and while residual memories still clung, Chu Feng instantly thought of these things. Could it be that the source of the pollen path, the most powerful being, was the same individual mentioned by Nine Dao One?! Otherwise, why would there be such a similar essence? As he approached even slightly, his memory would dissipate, and even his physical body would follow suit. However, the eras didn't match; the timelines were incompatible. They were not beings from the same epoch. He considered that perhaps there was a path to follow, a way to go. Since that individual didn't belong to a single ancient history, then... it really might be the same person! Was he getting closer to the truth, he wondered? He felt himself dissipating, wondering if he was heading towards that being. Chu Feng felt that he was going to die, to disintegrate, his physical body turning into smoke and mist. He was approaching the chasm ahead, a path of no return! Yet, he also had a strange illusion, as if it were a ritual, a return! Suddenly, he heard some sounds: the sacrificial chants of the ancient people. Was it some kind of summoning? He was on the verge of losing consciousness, of dying, soon to disintegrate. But in that instant, a blinding spiritual light seemed to flash, bringing him some enlightenment. Death was not the ultimate destination! Was this merely the beginning? He seemed to see clashing weapons and warhorses, heard shouts shaking the heavens, as if going to battle after death. For a moment, he felt disoriented. Where was he going?!