100. Descent Into the Forgotten Realm

A suffocating darkness engulfed them the moment they stepped through the rift. The sensation of being torn apart and reassembled rushed over Ling Tian and Xu Qing'er, as if countless unseen hands sought to drag them into oblivion.

Then, silence.

Ling Tian's feet touched solid ground, but the land beneath him was anything but normal. The very earth pulsed with a strange, ancient energy, whispering forgotten truths into his mind. Faint golden mist drifted across the landscape, carrying with it the echoes of a world lost to time.

Xu Qing'er staggered slightly beside him, her silver eyes flickering with caution. "This place…" she murmured. "It doesn't just suppress cultivation—it distorts existence itself."

Ling Tian extended his senses, but the moment he did, his entire being trembled.

The Forgotten Realm wasn't just a sealed domain—it was an anomaly, a scar left upon the Myriad Worlds by an event too great to be recorded in history. The laws here were fractured, unstable, and filled with the remnants of something terrifying.

A voice suddenly echoed through the air, hollow yet filled with an ancient resonance.

"Those who step upon this forsaken land must pay the price of remembrance."

Xu Qing'er gasped as an overwhelming pressure bore down on them. Visions—fragments of forgotten memories—flooded their minds.

Ling Tian's breathing turned ragged as an image forced its way into his thoughts:

A majestic throne, shattered and abandoned in an endless void.

A woman's sorrowful whisper, her face obscured by veils of light.

A war beyond the grasp of mortal understanding—gods and devils alike falling before an unseen force.

Then, nothing.

Ling Tian clenched his fists, forcing himself to push past the disorienting memories. "We need to move."

Xu Qing'er looked at him, her face pale. "Did you see it too?"

He nodded. "Something… or someone… doesn't want us to forget."

Their surroundings became clearer now. They stood within the ruins of what seemed to be an ancient city, its towering spires crumbling yet still exuding a strange magnificence. Etchings of celestial symbols lined the cracked stone pathways, glowing faintly as if trying to guide them deeper.

But deeper into what?

Ling Tian narrowed his eyes. He could feel it—the pull of fate leading him forward.

No… not just fate.

Something… or someone… was waiting for him in the Forgotten Realm.

And he would find them.

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