Black clouds pressed down on the area, the city was destroyed, and the low clouds blended with the majestic mountains.The roars of alien species and the vibrations of the footsteps of ancient ferocious beasts came one after another, echoing faintly in the desolate and abandoned land.

This is the home of losers, and it is also a huge prison cell. The brown soil and stones are covered with the blood of the strong.

There is a broken sun above the thick clouds, which is emitting dazzling light. It is the corpse of a golden crow.It, which once dominated the universe, could not escape the fate of failure. It was refined into a carrier, carrying a huge eyeball.His eyes swept across, showing bone-chilling coldness and ruthlessness.Monitoring all living beings like ants with indifference.

Suddenly, the giant pupil absorbed all the power of the Golden Crow and turned into a magic seal, which fell down and sealed the entire forgotten land.Without the power of the Golden Crow, the place became dim and yellow, and the cold eyes everywhere in the sky disappeared, and the indifferent giant pupils closed their eyelids.

A fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy left his hiding place and looked at the dim sky, his eyes confused, accompanied by pain and a hint of helplessness.Three days ago, he woke up on a broken altar.Relying on instinct, he hid under a boulder. He had always been confused. It was not until the giant pupils in the sky closed his eyelids that his memory became somewhat clear.

Huantian touched the center of his eyebrows, and there was a crack on the forehead bone covered by flesh.This made his memory a little confusing, and he could only vaguely remember memories from before he was eight years old.

The Huan Dynasty has stood above the Nine Heavens for endless years, and its glory has been unparalleled, but it changed on the day Huan Tian was born.He was like a disaster star. From the day he was born, the dynasty never had peace for a day.The protracted battle caused the Fantasy Dynasty to plummet, and its glorious years were gone forever.

As time went by, the rumors behind his back, which even the majestic imperial power could not suppress, finally reached the ears of him, the second prince.The vicious words were like an invisible mountain, heavy pressure fell on his heart, guarding him tightly, leaving no room for escape.As a young child, he could only hide in his mother's arms and cry.

Until one day, the battle reached a fever pitch, and the deafening sound of fighting struck people's weak hearts.Huantian only remembers that day, when the sun and moon had no light, the sky was dim and the earth was dark.The fierce battle went against the yin and yang, chaotic the world, and the blood dyed the sky red, adding a strong color to the sky.

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"What happened in that tragic battle? Am I really the scourge of Puzzle? Where is this place? Why do I only remember the memories before I was eight years old? Is this related to the scar between my eyebrows?" Huantian looked at the sky, his eyes full of doubts.

"How long have I lost? Am I still me?" Huantian's confused eyes became even more confused.

"Roar——" Suddenly, a high-pitched dragon roar came, piercing the seal, and the entire Forgotten Land was shaking.The sound of the dragon's roar broke into the sky, startling the floating giant pupil. The eyelids of the giant pupil trembled for a while, but after all, they still did not open and fell into a deep sleep that happened once in a century.

The roar of the dragon is heart-wrenching, conveying an unyielding meaning that will never be extinguished.Huantian was infected by this unyielding spirit and put away his confused emotions.A gust of wind blew up his long black hair, revealing a handsome face like a knife.A pair of star-like eyes reflected a determined gaze."Since I'm not dead yet, let me uncover this fog and retrieve my lost memories."

The terrain here is special, and the earth is like a stomach, swallowing up all living things.The world between heaven and earth is so boring. After just a few days here, Huantian's realm has fallen to the bottom.This realm is the realm he had before he was eight years old, the first level of the force wheel.

Power wheel, blood exchange, pulse opening, Shenting, Tianwen, Dharma source... Every realm is like a cage, imprisoning countless unwilling people.

The path of a cultivator is undoubtedly cruel.

Legend has it that some rare people can break free from their shackles, carps leap over the dragon's gate, and achieve immortality.From now on, the sky is high enough for birds to fly, and the sea is wide enough for fish to leap.

In order to pursue the illusory immortality, countless monks have fallen on the road of monasticism, and the latter are still following each other.

On the thorny road of cultivators, there is never a shortage of evil geniuses, but immortality is nowhere to be found.No matter how young and beautiful you are, you are just a wave in the long river of history.It will eventually turn into a handful of loess, unable to attract the slightest attention.

To this day, some powerful saints and authoritative scholars are discussing the same thing.Are those immortals just a gorgeous legend?Or maybe it's something so powerful that it blocks everyone's path forward.Eventually, they came to a conclusion.But the result has become a taboo, known only to a few people who have participated in creation.

Since then, all the overlord-level experts have reached a unified consensus and redefined the realm of practice.Every realm is stripped of its last level.

As soon as this new law came out, it caused endless uproar, and there were nine out of ten people who opposed it.But after these people paid a heavy price, they gradually became quiet.The price is that every time they prepare to break through the limit of the last level of the realm, something ominous will happen.Either the body and spirit are destroyed, or a complete body is left empty... The cause of death is a mystery, and those who try to decipher it all return disappointed.

The world of spiritual practice at that time was dark, like a bloody revolution, and the dead were all the geniuses of our time.This is an immeasurable loss to every family and sect.In order to prevent this situation from happening again, various sects began to issue strict orders to destroy the last level of practice.

The years are long and time passes ruthlessly.Nowadays, people only know the first few levels of the cultivation realm. As for the ultimate power of the last level, it has become an exclusive secret for the strong, but fewer and fewer people know these secrets.

Occasionally, a corner of history is uncovered, and dusty memories are opened.Those who learned about it all sighed: Will the crystallization of the wisdom of our ancestors one day be completely lost in the long river of history?

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Huantian stretched his muscles and recalled the ancient martial arts skills he had learned.In the Forgotten Land, all magic cannot be used. Before it condenses, it will be swept away by the omnipresent devouring power of this place.This is the world of warriors.