Chapter 377

Chapter 377: Zhang Daoheng Opens the Altar to Cast Spells

Wen Chuchu used the family’s sound transmission array to communicate; she and Ruan Xingxing were currently in the Heart Refining Branch. Lian Luosha and Qian Qiu Yue were quite anxious about the situation, but they could not find Li Hui. Upon investigation, they discovered some clues pointing to Chen Nuo Er seemingly stirring the pot from behind the scenes.

“Chen Nuo Er?” Li Hui frowned slightly and said, “People wander the rivers and lakes; it’s out of their control. The cultivation world is no different from the wild. Those who view themselves highly always believe they can trample on others.”

“Junior Brother, be careful. Zhang Daoheng is not someone you can easily contend with,” Qian Qiu Yue warned.

Li Hui thought for a moment and replied, “Senior Sister, you need to relax. I’ll head out to avoid the storm and wait until my cultivation improves before coming out. It’s Senior Sister Lian and Junior Sister Qian Qiu who should be more cautious; with Zhang Daoheng’s twisted nature, it’s possible he’ll take his anger out on you if he can’t find me.”

“Alright, we’ll go into seclusion at once.” Lian Luosha was very resolute.

With their communication cut off, Li Hui stayed in Xuan Ye City for another day, gathering supplies before flying toward the dimensional axis.

He didn’t avoid anyone on purpose; he was initially going to explore the Heavenly Talisman Sect and still intended to carry on with his plans. It wasn’t carelessness, but rather a belief that the ruins of the Heavenly Talisman Sect were an excellent place for self-preservation.

Three days later, as Li Hui entered the dimensional axis, Zhang Daoheng had just returned to form, instructing people to set up the ritual altar.

“Hmph, just an ant; you will not escape my grasp!”

“Listen carefully; open the altar and cast the spell!”

“As you command!” Maid Qing Luan and the attendant Yun Feng scattered golden powder, and the altar instantly caught fire. Zhang Daoheng took out an ancient wooden sword covered in obscure writings, red light swirling among the characters. He coldly laughed and said, “Let’s see where you are!”

“Urgent as law commands, may the heavens guide, and eradicate the Dao!”

“Boom…”

The altar blazed fiercely as Zhang Daoheng lazily waved the wooden sword, muttering in surprise, “This kid has gone to the dimensional axis again? Hmph, does he want to use the same trick to put me in danger? Time rewinds—forget, forget, forget!”

“Forget is contempt; forget is neglect; forget is calamity! No one in the Great Xia will remember you, Li Hui and Li Yingjun, starting from Wen Chuchu…”

At the same time, Wen Chuchu and Ruan Xingxing were taken aback, exchanging glances before transmitting to Lian Luosha and Qian Qiu Yue: “Junior Sisters, be careful. Zhang Daoheng is casting a spell, and we are about to forget; we won’t be able to remember…”

“Eh? Forget what?”

In an instant, Wen Chuchu and Ruan Xingxing appeared bewildered; they could no longer recall being guided by Li Hui to eliminate the Shadow Beasts, memories fading into mere light and shadow, drifting away…

Xu Houde and Guan Tianyou looked skyward, feeling inexplicably empty. Just moments ago, they had discussed a certain junior brother, believing he had great potential to become a true disciple; suddenly, they couldn’t remember who they were speaking about.

In the Wen family, the stewards were singing praises for Young Master Li, with the storeroom stocked with a large quantity of medicinal materials. Many herbal merchants had been visiting, causing a flurry of activity. Yet, they were exceptionally pleased, as their status was rising with the demand.

Suddenly, the steward froze: “Wait, where did these medicinal materials come from? Oh, Miss Chuchu is brilliant, managing to earn a profit for the family.”

“Boom, boom, boom…” The calamity descended, and Lian Luosha and Qian Qiu Yue grasped the Dragon Blood Incense Tree, each refining their bodies as they emerged from behind. The two women’s gazes were resolute; they would do whatever it took to remember, even just a name or a silhouette; they didn’t want to forget.

Zhang Daoheng met resistance and lightly swung his wooden sword, saying, “You all truly care for this kid. But with your great love, do you think you can contain everything in your hearts? Absurd! Without passions, how can you attain the Dao? Without entering the Dao, how can you become a Daoist? Slice, slice, slice; today, I will simply punish you!”

“Puff!”

“Puff!”

Lian Luosha and Qian Qiu Yue spat blood, their refinements collapsing. The two were far beneath Zhang Daoheng’s strength; if not for their tight grip on the Dragon Blood Incense Tree to execute secret techniques, they would have already been driven mad and passed out.

“No, don’t…” Lian Luosha saw Li Hui turn away, walking farther and farther.

Once more, the two women sprayed blood, unable to recall the handsome face, only imprinting a shadow in their hearts, feeling lost…

The calamity had only just begun!!!

The two young masters of the Haotu Sect gaped, Chen Zhi Cheng and Chen Nuo Er shook their heads vigorously, feeling uncomfortable, yet sensing a weight lift from their hearts.

Li Changtian was leading a team through a canyon when he suddenly glanced back into the distance, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, exclaiming in shock, “What is happening to me?”

Huo Qiniang wept, feeling an intense sorrow, as if she had lost a deeply significant promise. Chef Zhao lamented even more than her.

Su Qing’er was cultivating among the flowers when she froze, halting her exercise, murmuring, “When the flowers bloom in the years to come, I will drink with you! Who are you? Who are you…”

All those in the Great Xia related to Li Hui were quickly forgetting.

Two others gazed skyward; one was Si Ma Suiyun, who came from the vast ocean, enjoyed traveling the world, and endured many hardships before arriving in the Great Xia just in time for the calamity of the dark moon, trapped in a coastal city. Occasionally, he would recall the boy who commanded a mechanized warship to break the waves.

“Li Gongzi… Who am I thinking about?”

In the demon lair, the place suppressed by the Great Xia royal court, a thunderous sound spread.

Zhang Daoheng felt a slight surprise, hearing someone say from afar, “Who dares disturb my disciple’s heart? The first person of the Jin Tian Sect’s inner door? Um, open the altar to cast spells, calamity of forgetfulness? Hahaha, let her forget!”

In an instant, the resistance vanished.

Inside the cave, a graceful figure sat on a meditation mat.

This woman felt her hairpin and, with a “thwack,” drove it into her heart, instantly unleashing her death calamity, resolutely declaring, “A Hui is tied to my heart and soul; if it weren’t to see him once, I wouldn’t have made it this far.”

“Foolish girl, that is your inner demon. Cleave it away using power; what’s wrong with that? Hard-headed girl, you let me down! Well, it’s fine to die once; after your rebirth, we’ll see if you can still remember him…”

Zhang Daoheng sneered, “Blocking with small arms, not worth a laugh!”

The calamity continued to spread!!!

In the Great Virtue Kingdom, Li Zui Xian and Wenshan were drinking and composing poetry when, suddenly, they cried out, “Who dares disturb our literary spirits? Gentlemen are open and honest, while the petty are always troubled!”

“Boom…” The altar shook slightly as Zhang Daoheng shook his head, “The Dao is in the heavens; the calamity is in the heavens. I am heaven; how could there be such talk of petty men? Sages must respect heaven; let them forget…”

Li Zui Xian, filled with rage, exclaimed, “Forget, unable to resist! Handsome younger brother, I can only compose a poem about the youth’s journey. If fate allows, we will drink madly in the future!”

“Don’t you see the young heroes of Huai Nan, hunting during the day and embracing at night? Calling out for a million, yet never sparing, seeking revenge across thousands of miles as if they are near? Young heroes travel well, adorned in fine silk…”

The calamity swept across the world, towards Dalong in Yunzhou and beyond to Nanxun City.

Luo Chongba, a famed disciple of Master Yingjun, calculated with wisdom that his mentor had another, thus having traveled all the way from Haofu to Yantai Mountain outside Nanxun City. He had just confirmed that his mentor was named Li Yingjun, enjoying life while acting as a monk, and decided to stay at the house to seek attachment.

“Boom…” The calamity struck, erasing all memories.

Li Hui’s elder brother, Zhu Tianci, clutched his chest, crying, “Third brother! I, I, I…”

Luo Chongba happened to be looking for Zhu Tianci. Drawn by the energy of the heavens, he became disoriented and hurried over, asking, “Uncle, why are you crying? Is it because Auntie had a miscarriage recently? Chongba wishes to return to our roots; from today, I will be called Zhu Chongba!”