Let you simulate life, but you change fate every time?!

Chapter 616: Chapter 347: A Grudge from the 6th to the 9th Generation, Must End With Blood!

Above the Great Court Army.

There was a warship traversing the sky, sword gleams reaching the heavens, with a Fire Phoenix spiraling around.

The terrifying evil aura emitted by millions of ferocious troops soared to the sky, manifesting various visions, turning the firmament blood-red.

The might of the Great Court Army shook the heavens and the earth, giving an aura of invincibility.

Yet as everyone watched with wide eyes, the Tingyuan Sect disappeared along with that drop of the River of Time, shocking them to the point of heart and soul shattering, their minds suffering unprecedented impact.

The soaring battle intent of the Great Court Army vanished without a trace, replaced by fear and despair.

And those pervasive visions also dissipated like smoke, no longer posing any threat.

At this moment.

Whether it was Yu Xiong and the Desolate Qi Refiners or the millions of Great Court elites.

Everyone stood there dumbfounded, unable to accept this fact for a long while.

Tingyuan Sect!

Desolate City Lord!

Great Court’s top force, a terrifying existence on par with the Divine Fire Realm!

Did they just die like that?

Body and Dao perished, even the past was obliterated along with it!

Most crucially.

As time passed, their memories regarding the Tingyuan Sect were gradually becoming blurred.

As if some irresistible force was slowly erasing all traces of Tingyuan Sect’s existence.

Causing everyone’s memories to have significant defects and gaps!

Some weaker soldiers of the Great Court stood in their ranks with a bewildered expression, as if experiencing amnesia, not understanding what just happened.

”Who is Tingyuan Sect? Why have I never heard of it?”

”What did you say? They were the Desolate City Lord? Great Court’s top force?”

”Impossible!”

”Wasn’t the Desolate City Lord lost to demonic obsession, accidentally falling?”

”And who is this Tingyuan Sect, why are you deceiving me, what is your true intention?”

For a moment.

The Great Court Army was in an uproar, experiencing considerable chaos.

The previously orderly discipline collapsed, turning into a scattered mess.

Upon witnessing this scene.

Many powerful Ascension Realm experts felt a cold chill down their spines, sensing an indescribable chill in their hearts.

Unlike those lower-realm Qi Refiners.

Their divine souls were stable, still recalling much about Tingyuan Sect.

But the more it was so, the more cold and trembling their limbs became.

If Lu Yuan’s prior killing of the Tingyuan Sect, though far beyond their imagination, was still within their range of acceptance.

Then this means of erasing memory now made everyone feel an unspeakable fear and unease.

In a single thought, one could erase the memory and traces of someone’s existence.

What kind of heaven-defying means is this?

If as time goes on, when their memories become more and more blurred until they completely dissipate.

By that time.

Wouldn’t it mean that the Tingyuan Sect never existed at all?

To have one’s body and Dao perish is one thing, but to have all traces of existence entirely erased is truly cutting the grass by its roots, finally eliminating all trouble!

And elsewhere.

The Imperial Tutor remembered the past, feeling an immense sigh in his heart.

Death is not the end of life, but being forgotten is eternal disappearance.

For beings of the level of the Celestial Emperor of the Human Race, even if their souls disperse, true spirit eternally silent, flesh turned to dust.

As long as someone calls upon the true name of the Celestial Emperor, they will awaken from slumber, return from the end of the River of Time.

But if they are entirely forgotten, even the Ancient Celestial Emperor would eternally vanish.

In ancient times, how brilliant and strong was the Human Race?

But after the ancient war.

The Innate Gods and Demons used innate Daoist skills to bury all, erase all, eventually causing the Human Race to forget much of history and secret tales.

If it weren’t for the Celestial Emperor of the Human Race contributing to creation, nearly touching the realm of a single eternal proof, even the Innate Gods and Demons couldn’t erase all traces.

It’s feared that today’s Desolate Human Race would be just like the other Three Thousand Lower Realms, aimlessly living within the false memories woven by the Heavenly Dao.

”The great Dao is like water, a single thought can dry it.”

”Is this the power of the Innate Dao Eye?”

Lu Yuan, the originator, slowly retracted his gaze, thoughtful.