I tricked you into thinking you had the makings of an emperor, but you actually did it?

long long ago.

Baiyujing, Tongtianlou.

As the first lineage of the Nine Heavens, Tongtianlou stands majestically in the world's best blessed land.

The rosy clouds shone in countless rays, as if the rising sun would never set, casting down thousands of golden rays and coating the earth with a hazy, ethereal atmosphere.

The waterfall flows down from the mountaintop, like a silver ribbon hanging down, and gathers into a pool of emerald green lake.

Spiritual energy rises from the lake surface, transforming into a thin mist that drifts around, making one feel as if they have entered a fairyland the moment they step in.

With a resounding bell, a young man soared into the sky from the cave.

"Hahaha, I did it! I did it!" The young man roared to the sky.

"What have you become! Don't embarrass me here!"

Immediately, another deep and resonant voice rang out, and a large hand slapped the boy mercilessly.

The boy let out a miserable scream and fell like a kite with a broken string.

The people of Tongtianlou were used to this scene, and laughter could be heard from time to time.

The boy climbed out of the haystack in the valley, looking puzzled.

"My master is just too serious. When he reaches my age, he'll know what it means to do things as he pleases."

The boy looked around and, recognizing where he was, his eyes lit up.

He went straight to a cliff and saw what he had been looking for.

On the edge of the cliff, two people were playing chess.

Strangely, the two people remained motionless, even their eyes were closed.

The chessboard was already covered with weeds and fallen leaves.

The boy chuckled, stepped closer, and began to play tricks on the chessboard, changing the positions of the pieces.

Suddenly, the middle-aged man on his right grabbed his wrist, looking helpless.

"Fang Chen, you're still so playful."

The person on the left opened their eyes and made a joke.

"My two senior uncles, you've returned from your journey to the Immortal Realm."

The boy named Fang Chen grinned.

The two people on the chessboard nodded slightly, then reflected on their own lives.

Soon, both of them let out satisfied laughter.

"It seems that both of my senior uncles have had a sudden enlightenment in the Immortal Realm and have broken through their cultivation levels."

Fang Chen was quick-witted and saw through this at a glance, saying, "However, once I reach the Longevity Domain, I will absolutely not allow my primordial spirit to enter the Immortal Realm."

"Oh? Why is that?" the uncle who had grabbed his hand at the beginning asked curiously.

“Because we have no memory of what the primordial spirits have experienced, and their task in the Immortal Realm is simply to cultivate, the primordial spirits might not even remember who they are,” Fang Chen said.

"How could this be? How could our primordial spirit not remember who it is? If it doesn't remember, how does it know how to cultivate our techniques?"

"How do you prove it?"

Fang Chen's question stumped both of his senior uncles.

They will not remember what their primordial spirits experienced in the immortal realm.

Naturally, whether their primordial spirits remember who they are outside is impossible to verify.

It all started a hundred years ago.

Baiyujing, an insignificant force, rose to prominence rapidly.

In just a few decades, more than a dozen Dao Masters have emerged, and some have even entered the realm of Immortal Dao.

This attracted the attention of the Tower of Babel and other forces.

Finally, after a 'friendly' exchange, the faction chose to reveal the secret.

It turns out that they had accidentally discovered the legendary fairyland.

The physical body cannot enter, but the primordial spirit can enter without any hindrance.

However, once the primordial spirit emerges, it has no memory of anything, but its cultivation level will increase dramatically.

After several explorations, they concluded that the area was a sacred place for cultivation.

Cultivating one's primordial spirit inside is twice as effective with half the effort; one day there is equivalent to a hundred years outside.

Those with talent can make a difference in a day.

Compared to that, not being able to remember anything is not a serious price to pay.

Perhaps there are immortals living over there who wouldn't allow them to bring the secret back.

Some people have tried to use written words as a medium to allow the spirit to enter and remember what it is like inside.

Not only did he gain nothing, but he was also ostracized by the celestial realm.

As time went on, even the most conservative people couldn't sit still when they saw others making rapid progress in the immortal realm.

Baiyujing, with its twelve towers and five cities, has completely blocked the passage to the Immortal Realm, preventing other celestial realms from entering.

In less than a century, Baiyujing's strength has already surpassed that of the other nine celestial realms.

Of course, the Twelve Towers and Five Cities were not without defenses.

They supervised each other, set staggered times for entering the celestial realm, and regularly checked each person's status.

They even used innate treasures to ensure that everyone's spirit and body were one.

Today, traveling to the immortal realm has become mainstream.

Many people are so engrossed in it that they don't practice any spiritual discipline outside of their lives.

They claim that one can increase their cultivation level even while lying down.

The most amazing thing is that, in the past hundred years, not a single person has gone mad from practicing qigong.

Some people believe that this is the real reason why they have no memory, and that the celestial realm is thinking of them.

"Fang Chen, you are now exceptionally gifted, and sudden enlightenment is as commonplace as eating a meal. You will not encounter any constraints, so you will naturally find cultivation to be wonderful."

"Once you arrive in our realm, you will discover the wonders of the celestial world."

The two senior brothers talked as they rearranged the chessboard.

"Fang Chen, do you know what's the best part? Even though we can't remember anything, our comprehension and talent will improve accordingly when we're outside."

Upon hearing this, Fang Chen didn't know how to refute it; it sounded like it had no downsides whatsoever.

But does such a good thing really exist?

Or is it that once I reach the realm of immortality, I really won't be able to resist?

Fang Chen bid farewell to his two senior uncles and flew towards the mountain gate.

I met someone along the way and cheerfully went up to greet them.

"Senior Sister Tian, ​​you just returned from the Immortal Realm? Why are you alone today? Aren't you with Senior Brother Qi?"

Senior Sister Tian and Senior Brother Qi were a perfect couple, inseparable and always together.

It's rare to see Senior Sister Tian alone today.

What's even stranger is that Senior Sister Tian seemed a little flustered, her eyebrows furrowed as she stared at him without saying a word.

"Haha, senior sister, you're busy."

Fang Chen thought it was Senior Sister Tian and Senior Brother Qi arguing, and that it was inappropriate for him to ask.

Senior Sister Tian breathed a sigh of relief and strode away.

Fang Chen stared at Senior Sister Tian's back, feeling a strange sense of unease.

It's as if Senior Sister Tian doesn't recognize me.

Fang Chen shook his head, not thinking much of it, and went to drink with his friends from Tongtianlou.

As night fell, Fang Chen lay drunkenly on the flying boat, watching the stars in the night sky circle around and around.

As a result, a strong smell of blood hit him, and Fang Chen immediately sobered up, evaporating the alcohol from his body.

Upon getting up, he saw a sacred peak burning fiercely, where people were engaged in a fierce battle of magic.

Fang Chen thought it was an invasion by foreign enemies, so he ran over to take a look, only to be told that Senior Sister Tian had gone mad.

She killed Senior Brother Qi and was going to elope with Senior Brother Zhang Fan!

Senior Brother Zhang Fan? Fang Chen had no recollection of ever having any interaction with Senior Sister Tian.

The two people belonged to different spiritual peaks in Tongtian Tower and had no contact with each other.

“I don’t know you! I’m not someone you know! We’ve been trapped in a closed world since we can remember! We’ve been doing the same things every single moment! You have no idea what that’s like!”

Senior Sister Tian's heart-wrenching roar came through.

Fang Chen was struck dumb; his guess had been confirmed.

The primordial spirit that entered the immortal realm did not know who it was!

Because entering and leaving are not controlled by the primordial spirit, they are essentially cultivating every moment!

For a century, it has never stopped!