Calamity of Tomorrow

At this moment, the sound of battle cries erupted, and a glimmer of excitement flashed in Ji Wufan's eyes: "My rescuers must have arrived."

"Quick! Fang Hao, help me out."

Fang Hao nodded, stepped forward, and helped Ji Wufan up.

After more than ten minutes, the screams in the village gradually faded, and the remaining villagers were gathered together.

Several strong men dragged up a young boy with broken arms. The boy looked defiantly at the men in black, seemingly unfazed by the scene before him: "My father is Xuan Cheng Immortal Venerable of the Purple Cloud Palace; he won't spare you."

"Xuan Cheng Immortal Venerable has so many sons, he probably forgot about you long ago."

"Is this Ji Wufan?"

"He had his arms blown off before; this should be the kid."

"Take him away."

"Kill everyone else."

A series of screams erupted, and all the villagers were slaughtered. The whole village was reduced to ashes by a single fire.

After completing the massacre, the men in black moved swiftly, like bolts of lightning, shooting away from the scene.

They arrived at a secluded mountain recess, carried Ji Wufan, tied up tightly, and placed him on a stone platform.

"First, stop the bleeding from his wounds."

"Be careful; this is top-tier Heavenly bloodline."

"As long as we perform the Blood Transference Technique, we can also have such outstanding aptitude."

Moments later, screams erupted from the stone platform, as tentacles directly pierced into the boy's body, extracting his blood in large gulps.

"As expected of the Heavenly bloodline, just keep him breathing; don't let him die."

A day and night later, purple sword light appeared in the distant sky.

"Not good, it's the cultivators from the Purple Cloud Palace!"

"How did they arrive so quickly?"

"Run! We're no match for them!"

When several cultivators from the Purple Cloud Palace arrived at the stone platform, they saw only a mass of blood and flesh.

...

Zhou Bai frowned. Before he could think about the various pieces of information in this memory, another large cloud of mist flickered with Guang Ying and surged in.

...

"So there's such a story?"

"Ji Wufan junior brother, you've truly been through a lot."

"Those people are truly hateful, trying to extract your Heavenly bloodline and killing innocent people so recklessly."

"Luckily, senior brother rescued you."

"Did Fang Hao also die? He was loyal and tried to save you; what a pity."

Looking at the senior brothers and sisters in front of him, Ji Wufan nodded: "Yes, it's a pity, so I go back every year to pay respects to him because my life belongs to him."

A senior brother patted him on the shoulder and said, "Junior Brother Ji, don't be too sad about it; it's not your fault."

Ji Wufan nodded: "Today is the day I go back to pay respects, so I'll be going first."

With the caring eyes of the others upon him, the young man slowly walked away, left the Purple Cloud Palace, and finally returned to a place of ruins.

He walked into a basement, looked at the man in the ice coffin, and said calmly: "Young master, how have you been lately?"

"Young master, I'm about to achieve enlightenment."

"I can finally see the Heavenly Dao."

Talking to himself, Ji Wufan took off his clothes and walked towards the ice coffin.

Half an hour later, he stumbled out, covered in red, radiating heat like a boiled shrimp.

He knelt on the ground and fiercely spat out a mouthful of blood.

Looking at his condition, he thought: 'The bloodline conflict is worsening, nearing its limit; I can last for, at most, another year.'

Ji Wufan lay in pain on the ground, convulsing, and only stood up an hour later with a pale face, quietly cleaning the ground: 'A year is enough, the past two years have been the happiest of my life.'

He saw Primordial Spirit power spreading from his body, tidying away the bloodstains bit by bit.

Seeing the work of the Primordial Spirit power, a satisfied smile appeared on Ji Wufan's face.

"As long as I can achieve enlightenment before death, I have no regrets."

"It's just a pity that the Heavenly Dao is so mysterious, I don't have time to comprehend it all."

Having tidied the basement, Ji Wufan slowly walked out, leaving the broken corpse in the ice coffin silently lying there.

...

As the vision faded, Zhou Bai exhaled lightly. Even though there were still many gaps and inaccuracies in this memory, Zhou Bai, guessing and filling in, could surmise a rough outline.

"Did Fang Hao replace Ji Wufan? Because everyone who saw the child Ji Wufan was killed, and Fang Hao, tortured to a bloody pulp, was unrecognizable. Is that why the Purple Cloud Palace couldn't tell? Or is there some hidden truth I haven't seen yet?"

"I don't know whether it was his initiative to impersonate Ji Wufan, or Ji Wufan had Fang Hao impersonate him."

Zhou Bai suddenly thought: "Being able to learn the Blood Transference Technique under such circumstances and successfully performing it afterwards, Fang Hao must also have high aptitude."

Unfortunately, he didn't see all the memories, only some fragments, so there are still many unexplained parts.

At this moment, the darkness in front of him began to fade, and as the darkness disappeared, a cliff slowly appeared before Zhou Bai eyes.

He watched in some amazement: "Wait, the darkness I first saw... could it be..."

Zhou Bai suddenly understood that this darkness itself was a kind of memory, a memory of someone closing their eyes.

And those scenes just now were part of that person's recollections.

He was seeing was the memory within a memory.

"And this feeling seems to be the perception of the Primordial Spirit, not just simple visual or auditory perception."

...

In the scene, a middle-aged man knelt on the ground: "Master, you've emerged from seclusion?"

The Primordial Spirit power spread in all directions, and the scene in front became increasingly clear.

An aged voice sounded from outside the scene: "Hmm, I remembered some things."

In the next moment, beams of light flew into the scene.

The aged voice continued: "For twenty years, I destroyed vision, hearing, touch, smell, and taste, even temporarily sealing the Primordial Spirit sense, all to wholeheartedly comprehend the Heavenly Dao and the void, hoping one day to integrate the three great Dao lineages and unravel the secrets of the Sixty-Four Hexagrams."

"Inform the Sect Masters, prepare to begin the Void Replenishment."

...

With the complete disappearance of the image, Zhou Bai opened his eyes, already back in the Heavenly Demon's lab.

Beside him, Em exclaimed excitedly: "This time there's a lot of useful data, plenty to analyze!"

As Em shouted, threads pierced into her body, continuously inputting the images and sounds they had seen and heard into the Heavenly Demon's database.

Zhou Bai asked: "With this new data, is there anything you can analyze?"

"Brother, don't rush." Em shook her head: "There are indeed some results, but we can't be 100% sure yet. Let's gather more valid data to refine the model."

"But so far we've confirmed one thing."

"The place we saw in those memories is definitely not on Earth."

...

In Donghua City, Zhou Bai silently reviewed the contents he saw today, speculating that the era in the memory should be after Qing Yun, when many demon bloodlines gradually evolved into humans and cohabited with them.

"But... it's not on Earth?"

Zhou Bai looked at Em's analysis, with various calculations on gravity, sunlight, and celestial phenomena proving unequivocally that the place in the images was not on Earth.

"Could it be the so-called extradimensional space?"

Zhou Bai remembered that the Spiritual People had once withdrawn from Earth due to a severe depletion of spiritual energy; he now strongly suspected that the memory they saw was someone's memory from that time.