Chapter 275: Recovering Memories

The cultivation methods on the third level were already quite core and much more profound in content. It seemed the Empty Moon Sect did have some substance.

However, although these cultivation methods were advanced, they still weren’t as refined as modern martial skills.

On the fourth level, the cultivation methods touched upon the peak beneath the Law.

Yet, it appeared that neither ancient nor modern times had cultivation methods or martial skills suitable for Law cultivation.

It was simple—everyone comprehended different Laws, so how could unified cultivation methods be used?

From then on, Jiang Yan lost interest in so-called ancient cultivation methods.

“Those Martial Gods sought the path beyond the Martial God realm, but is that truly important to me?”

Had Jiang Yan ever encountered a bottleneck?

After completely dispelling the mystique of the word “ancient,” Jiang Yan no longer viewed the entire sect through a filtered lens.

He walked out of the Scripture Pavilion and soared through the air, exploring the location of the mountain gate.

An hour later.

“Although the sect is vast, I’ve already explored it all. Why haven’t I found the exit yet?”

Jiang Yan looked down at the sect’s mountains, rivers, and terrain, discovering that their layout was actually deliberate, seemingly corresponding to a certain arrangement within formations.

“So that’s it. Using the entire sect as a formation—the one who set this up is truly powerful.”

Take the essence, discard the dross.

Although some aspects of ancient sects were outdated, certain ancient methods lost to modern times remained formidable.

Another hour passed, and Jiang Yan still hadn’t found the exit.

“The one who set up this formation is very strong. With my current formation expertise, I’m completely no match for them.”

Jiang Yan went to Xiao Chunwei’s residence again and obtained high-level formation secret manuals.

A month later.

Jiang Yan achieved major achievement in high-level formations.

With major achievement in formations, he could set up some large-scale offensive formations with immense power.

Jiang Yan sought out Xiao Chunwei again.

“This Master has no more secret manuals. I can only pass on knowledge to you orally. Remember it well.”

Thus, Jiang Yan went to Xiao Chunwei’s residence every day to receive his devoted guidance.

Another month passed.

Jiang Yan’s eyes remained clear, but his muscles, every inch of his skin, seemed to be tinged with the aura of the Empty Moon Sect.

“The influence of this place on me is growing stronger. Although I have no Spirit Platform and my mind remains undamaged, the strangeness of the Empty Moon Sect can even erode and assimilate flesh and blood.”

《Jiang Yan’s Diary》

The secret realm was densely filled with thick volumes of text, recording all the events and strange occurrences Jiang Yan had witnessed since arriving at the Empty Moon Sect.

The Empty Moon Sect had set up a formation cage, preventing anyone from leaving.

Another month later.

Jiang Yan’s mastery of formations had reached its peak. He didn’t tell Xiao Chunwei, his nominal Master.

He looked again at the sect formation that blocked everyone from leaving.

【System Log Updated】

“You are studying methods to break the maze formation…”

An hour later.

“So that’s how it is.” A long-lost smile appeared on Jiang Yan’s face.

Should he leave?

Why should he?

Since the Empty Moon Sect dared to scheme, Jiang Yan naturally had to claim some interest.

Moreover, Jiang Yan had discovered something interesting.

About three days ago.

Xiao Chunwei’s location and the position marked by the 【Law of the Jungle】 had diverged.

Simply put, while Jiang Yan was receiving formation instruction from Xiao Chunwei, the latter, who was clearly still in the same place, had mysteriously appeared elsewhere.

“Disciple, although the path of formations is difficult, once you achieve some success, it will surely bring great benefits.”

“This disciple respectfully follows your teachings.”

Jiang Yan pondered inwardly: “What is this old thing’s true body actually doing?”

“Hahaha, the art of Formations is ever-changing and unpredictable, often allowing the weak to overcome the strong. Remember this~ remember this~”

Jiang Yan claimed he was too dull-witted to grasp it, so he cupped his hands and stepped back.

“Chaotic Void Ancestral Spirit”

“Spirit Ink.”

Jiang Yan concealed himself, masking his Aura, and crept toward the Aura locked by the “Law of the Jungle.”

“The dislocation of the ‘Law of the Jungle’ occurred three days ago. Could it be that Xiao Chunwei regained his memories three days ago?”

“The Sky Demon, the Qilin man, the blue-faced woman, and the other Martial Gods have not regained their memories. How did he break through?”

Jiang Yan had a vague feeling that this Xiao fellow was likely plotting something.

Behind the Sect’s mountain.

Jagged cliffs.

Under the bright moonlight, a figure with snow-white hair stood aloof and peerless, dressed in a gentle blue robe, proudly erect in the moonlight.

Xiao Chunwei gazed into the abyss, murmuring, “I almost… got lost.”

He leaped and plunged into the sheer cliff.

Jiang Yan approached, observing the abyss as dark as ink, his expression complex.

“A deep valley cliff, seemingly related to the Yin extreme in the art of Formations.”

A bone-chilling cold climbed the mountain and seeped into Jiang Yan’s body, further solidifying this thought.

“The cold Qi lingers year-round and carries the momentum of a great Sect. It was likely set up in ancient times and probably has nothing to do with Xiao Chunwei.”

So, why did Xiao Chunwei go down?

Jiang Yan was puzzled by this.

Suddenly, Jiang Yan sensed the mark of the “Law of the Jungle” approaching this place.

Jiang Yan hid, watching as a slender figure floated up under the moonlight.

Xiao Chunwei’s expression was unhinged, muttering something about Legacy and Supreme, trembling as he left.

After Xiao Chunwei departed, Jiang Yan did not reveal himself, remaining hidden and holding his breath in the same spot.

An hour later.

Three in the morning.

A figure in blue robes passed through the darkness, silently gazing.

“Heh, it seems no one has discovered this one.”

With that, he left.

This time, he left for good.

Jiang Yan was speechless. “This old thing is quite cautious.”

Jiang Yan waited another hour, confirming that the marked person showed no signs of returning, before stepping closer to the cliff.

He stared into the abyss.

The cold remained piercing.

Jiang Yan leaped down, assaulted by Yin Qi, barely enduring it.

After an unknown length of descent, Jiang Yan finally felt solid ground beneath his feet.

Before him, the darkness was devoured entirely, replaced by a biting chill all around. Above the cliff, Yin Qi howled like the sharp cry of an infant.

Jiang Yan closed his eyes, observing everything with his Spiritual Power.

The bottom of the cliff was surprisingly spacious. The path ahead grew narrower until it reached a sheer wall.

Several large characters were inscribed on it.

“Empty Moon Forbidden Land.”

Jiang Yan examined it closely and discovered hidden secrets within.

“Such a dense momentum, and it’s… Yin momentum!”

Formation masters rely on momentum to work their craft, so they are naturally highly sensitive to it.

The sheer wall seemed to have an entrance, concealed by some method, likely the work of that Xiao fellow.

“What is he hiding?”

“Why isn’t he entering now?”

With these questions in mind, Jiang Yan continued to observe the surroundings.

More and more Yin Qi accumulated over countless years; even a stone here might easily gain sentience.

“This place harnesses the momentum of heaven and earth to create an extreme Yin land, also known as the Empty Moon Forbidden Land. It likely has something to do with everyone’s collective memory loss.”

Jiang Yan stared intently at the stone wall, dismissing the idea of Shattering it to explore further.

“Why… should I take the risk?”

“Why do we all seek to enter the ancient Sect? Isn’t it to find the path beyond the Martial God and to uncover some ancient treasures?”

If that’s the case.

“This muddy water can be stirred by me, but it cannot be stirred by me alone.”