Self-Annihilators will, in the end, dissolve into nothingness.
This is a universally acknowledged truth of the cosmos.
Yet, according to the information she had gathered, you had walked the cosmos for nearly forty years.
And that was only what she knew…
as for how long you had lived in total since setting foot upon the Path of Nihility—she did not yet know the full extent of it.
And on top of that, you had also set foot upon the Path of the Hunt, and had walked so far down that road…
The mysterious veiled woman in violet rubbed her chin.
The curiosity burning in her heart blazed ever hotter.
The scene before her flickered and shifted again.
By now, she had grown accustomed to this.
It meant your memories had arrived at another critical juncture.
“Boom—”
With the sound of an explosion, specks of warm liquid splattered across her face.
The fluid carried the faint, metallic scent of rust.
The mysterious veiled woman in violet stared blankly.
To be perfectly honest, she was now somewhat dazed.
She had just opened her eyes, and before her, a full-grown person had just—boom—exploded in an instant.
Blood and chunks of flesh had showered all over her.
She drew a deep breath and suppressed the churning discomfort within her.
She looked toward the source of the explosion.
All that remained there was a single, tiny Cinnabar Pearl.
The air around that pearl was distorting.
The sound it produced was like a colossal heart, pounding.
It was as though someone had pressed the fast-forward button on the flow of time itself.
The heartbeat grew faster and faster.
As a shimmering green light swept past, flesh began to grow outward from that Cinnabar Pearl.
In no more than a moment, it had reconstituted itself back into human form.
A Xianzhou native!!!
The pupils of the mysterious veiled woman in violet began to quake violently.
If he were only a Hunt Pathstrider nearing the level of an Emanator, she had ample confidence in making a clean escape.
Even if this Hunt Pathstrider were also a Self-Annihilator, she was still confident she could maneuver her way out.
But…
this damnable man was a Xianzhou native as well!!!
This meant he had inherently possessed the blessing of Abundance from the very beginning.
Now, his body also harbored the energy of the Hunt and of Nihility!
The fact that he was still alive meant that all these energies within him had already reached a state of equilibrium!
Then what about the Aeon of Equilibrium?
Had HooH cast Their gaze upon him as well?
Even if he wasn’t a Hunt Emanator, he was close enough that the difference hardly mattered!
And the Xianzhou—the Xianzhou was notoriously protective of its own.
Across the six ships, there were at least seven Hunt Emanators! Enjoying the story? Read on at g.com.
And if they couldn’t defeat an enemy, they could simply use the Cloud-Peering Mirror to summon the Reignbow Arbiter Himself!
No, no.
She had to leave now, before he awoke…
She turned, ready to flee.
But before she could even begin to activate the means to withdraw from this memory, the scene before her shifted once more.
She’d been discovered!!!
She looked down at her feet, but all she could see was an endless void.
Time, space, the very laws of existence—it was as if they had all been erased.
Here, there was only a chaotic, boundless nothingness.
She abruptly raised her head.
Her pupils instantly contracted to the size of needles.
A violet-black sun rose from the horizon of existence.
And at the very center of that great sun—there stood a divine demon draped in violet-black robes, his long white hair cascading loosely behind him.
His eyes were like an abyss, like a prison of the damned!
Feeling that gaze—as though it might pierce straight through her—her eyes filled with utter terror.
Like an ostrich, she lowered her head.
“A Memokeeper?”
Though you were far from her, your indifferent voice still reached her ears clearly.
“I…
I apologize.
This course of action was not my original intention.
I…” She forced herself to appear composed, but her voice still trembled uncontrollably.
“Give me the method for creating Light Cones.
I can consider this matter settled.”
You cut off her attempt to continue.
The power of memories would indeed be useful to you.
Relying solely on the records in your notebook was far too shallow.
If you could forge the memories of the past into Light Cones, at least you would remember them more clearly.
And perhaps…
you could live a little longer as well…
“I don’t possess the method for creating Light Cones.” The mysterious veiled woman in violet relaxed slightly.
But seeing the gradual sharpening of your dangerous gaze, she hastily added, “But—but I can guide you there.
I can bring you to the Sanctuary of Remembrance to negotiate with other, more influential Memokers!”
[Year 860.
After bidding farewell to the Sky Hunters and Flame-Chasing Hunters, you accompanied this Memokeeper to the Sanctuary of Remembrance.]
Sang-3000, the navigator who led the Astral Express in discovering the Sanctus Medicus, had once recorded: “The Sanctuary of Remembrance is the nursery of Remembrance.
The towering figure of Fuli stands at its very heart.”
But from what you now observed, her description was not entirely accurate.
It was not that Fuli dwelled in seclusion within the Sanctuary of Remembrance.
Rather, the Garden of Recollection had constructed this pure land of memory around the Aeon.
[Your transaction with the Garden of Recollection succeeded beyond all expectations.
They, in turn, obtained the residual memoria of the hundreds of billions of people submerged within your Dan Fǔ.]
[Those who had died…
they did not deserve to be forgotten.]
[And the Memokeepers believed that when the inevitable end of the galaxy arrived, Fuli would select memories as the blueprint, allowing all realms to be reborn in a new universe.]
[If such a day truly came in the future…
then perhaps they, too, would find new life in that world.]
[But just as you completed your transaction and prepared to depart, an Emanator of Remembrance broke the established rules—without permission, he sought to steal your memories.]
[He made this decision after discovering that you were a Self-Annihilator.]
[As all knew, Self-Annihilators were either struggling to continue their existence, or letting themselves slowly fade into death.]
[And the vast majority of them shared one particular trait: their minds and wills, under external interference, could very easily collapse.]
[As for the result of such a collapse…
accelerated death.
Accelerated transformation into a part of ‘Nothingness.’]
One could say that anyone capable of becoming an Emanator was, by no means, a simple creature.
But you cared nothing for this.
You looked at the surrounding Memokeepers who had gathered to watch—at the indifference in their eyes, and even the faint amusement of those anticipating a spectacle.
In silence, you drew your white jade sword.
“I weep…
for the departed.”
The entire Garden of Recollection was dragged into the shadow of Nihility.
A violet-black sun slowly rose from the horizon of existence.
[In later ages, this event came to be known as the “Lament of the Stars.” In the historical records of future generations, a Self-Annihilator of Nihility had invaded the domain of the Garden of Recollection, casting the shadow of Nihility beneath the very gaze of Fuli.]
[The Garden revealed the full depth of its foundations—four Emanators of Remembrance in total!]
[Yet those very foundations became nothing more than stepping stones upon which that Self-Annihilator forged his legend in a single battle.
Of the four Emanators, two perished.
One severed all ties to escape with his life.
And the fate of the last…
remains unspoken to this day.]
[The beings of the cosmos came to realize the terrifying power of Nihility.
They also formally acknowledged this Self-Annihilator as an Emanator of Nihility.]
[But what bewildered all observers was this: in that earth-shattering, heaven-rending battle, the memories within the Garden of Recollection had not suffered the slightest damage.]
[Numerous authoritative academic institutions across the cosmos generally held that memories were the very materials from which a new world would be constructed.
Beneath the gaze of Fuli, memories could not be extinguished.]
You stood above the starry void, gazing across the vast distance toward the direction of Fuli.
“I apologize.
In this matter, the Garden was indeed in the wrong.” A crystalline humanoid lifeform, composed entirely of memoria, spoke to you.
He was the Emanator with whom you had conducted the transaction.
Because you had not allowed Nihility to contaminate the memories, the attitude between the two of you remained relatively cordial.
“It’s of no consequence.” You sheathed your sword.
You cast one deep, lingering look at him, then slowly turned and departed.
So…
Fuli hasn’t been born yet…