Otherworldly Desert Dust

The sun finally set.

Wu Hen couldn't remember any of the spells from the Sword Immortal Lineage; instead, he reviewed the knowledge he learned in junior and senior high school, yet many magic formulas of the Sword Immortal Lineage are evidently formulaic.

It's like those seemingly complex math problems, when you only know how to add and subtract, you'll never be able to calculate the answer in seconds. Therefore, to outsiders, the ultimate skills of the Sword Immortal Lineage seem difficult and profound. But once you grasp the formulas and memorize them all, most Sword Immortals' ultimate skills can be performed effortlessly, as easily as blowing away dust.

In short, Wu Hen learned, yet it felt as if he learned nothing at all.

After school... Wu Hen began to look for food.

He temporarily didn't want to interact with anyone, fearing yet another God from the Human Clan would jump out, pointing at him and saying that Earth had no good prospects and inviting him to learn the Evolutionary Method with them.

Even though it's supposed to be global evolution, it seems like he's the only one rapidly evolving, ascending in an all-around way without any dead angles. When he reaches the high-dimensional world, he's afraid he'll be able to fight a hundred high-dimensional lifeforms by himself.

Wu Hen needed a break. He found a gourmet restaurant, and after eating and drinking to his heart's content, decided to drink a bit more and find a place to listen to music and songs.

Coincidentally, at the City of Ten Thousand Races in the Infinite City, Wu Hen saw a group of women dressed in exotic clothes. They were singing and dancing, boldly showcasing their physical advantages to those upper-class people. They knew well they couldn't surpass those Humans with heritage in terms of evolution, but in terms of reproduction, they definitely wouldn't lag behind any Humans. Through this method, they could indeed achieve a class leap... Wu Hen could never have imagined there was a matchmaking corner in the Otherworldly Dust.

Speaking of which, ever since the Nuwa Lineage volunteered, the whole Infinite City had become much more harmonious, with less intrigue and more cultural fusion. It seemed his name as the Black Immortal unintentionally benefited humanity.

Anyway, while wandering aimlessly, Wu Hen walked into this bustling City of Ten Thousand Races to satisfy his curiosity.

But after a few steps, Wu Hen saw a woman walking directly toward him.

Her attire was unique, with an aura of piety and dignity typical of future religions, combined with a touch of cyber culture's fashionable elegance. Her shoulder-length short hair was glossy and black, and her captivating eyes revealed the unique tenderness and grace of a mature woman.

Wu Hen looked at her, his thoughts drifting.

He knew who she was; she was the sister of the royal siblings of Da Xuan. During the Heaven Respect ceremony, she wore a white Gnomon Robe, making no remarks; her gaze often, but subtly, fell on him. Wu Hen didn't have a chance to examine closely then, but now that she stood right in front of him, he could take a good look.

"Are you matchmaking too?" Wu Hen jested, pretending to be nonchalant, "But these days, finding a suitable partner indeed isn't easy. The ones carefully selected often cater only to hormonal lenses, while the randomly matched ones might bring unexpected excitement."

"Our Da Xuan ancestors made considerable preparations. The otherworldly erosions originate from the high dimensions, presenting bizarre disaster laws throughout our entire Cang Chu. This means that during your process of Heavenly Repair, you'll encounter even purer and more brutal law oppression. You've acquired enough power to tread on seemingly clumsy laws, but do you truly understand them, truly know how to dispel them?" The white-robed woman ignored Wu Hen's teasing, diving straight into the topic.

"Um... sorry, I'm off work. Can we not discuss work?" Wu Hen smiled wryly.

This Da Xuan royal woman came to impart to him law knowledge. The problem was that he had just gotten off school and wanted to relax.

"I've asked: in the morning, you need to undergo the baptism of the Holy Sect, and in the afternoon, you acquire the Sword Immortal Lineage's heritage. Only the evening is left. You need to follow me to every corner of Cang Chu, familiarizing yourself with the most subtle rules of the otherworldly, understanding the scariest traps, crushing the weirdest laws. Only then can you hope to survive during the Heavenly Repair." The white-robed woman said seriously.

"Can't you find someone else?" Wu Hen asked.

"We've met before." The white-robed woman said.

"I also find you familiar with the aspect of your aura resembling an old acquaintance of mine, but you don't look like her." Wu Hen said.

"I am Da Xuan's Day Traveling God. Half of my life was spent roaming various parts of Cang Chu. Our consciousness can project onto some Humans, similar to your awakening abilities. But after completing our mission, we only retain knowledge of the different rules, akin to a race engraving its survival genes, while other memories are erased." The white-robed woman let a faint smile surface, revealing her identity.

It was evident this Da Xuan woman, unlike the Cold-blooded Woman Cailan, hadn't been stripped of all human desires. Contrarily, the aura she exuded was more like a type that blossoms with all the beauty of humanity after being tempered by countless earthly trials, possessing a strong affinity. Even her tone and pace of speech were unique and gentle.

Wu Hen's intuition was never wrong. His first awakened ability was hearing, and he vividly remembered the pitch and rhythm of that person's speech, now perfectly matching with the white-robed woman before him.

"Isn't it painful that each memory of the Day Traveling God won't be preserved?" Wu Hen asked.

"Countless beings seek the way to eternal life, hoping to match the longevity of the heavens. But is eternal life truly reasonable? Eternal life means all emotions, all matters, all lives become meaningless. Even if an eternal world truly existed, it ultimately can't last long. Any sincere emotion would be diluted, all hatred and grievances would be magnified over time. Life, due to its limitations, is imbued with meaning, with value, including our Human Clan. Even in the absence of civilization, our understanding of this world is passed on genetically to the next generation, but without passing your memories... In fact, we Da Xuan have long mastered the technology of implanting memories into descendants, but do you know the consequences?" The white-robed woman said.

"What are they?"

"The ultimate degeneration of extinction. Once memories could be implanted into another life, nearly every parent would ultimately implant their memories into their children, realizing eternal life in their descendants generation after generation. Achieving eternity this way, they would continually adjust each of their 'hosts' with their thoughts, eventually leading all of Da Xuan's Immortal People into a fixed genetic chain, where genetic diseases weren't diluted, forming a colossal genetic mutation cesspool." The white-robed woman calmly recounted this history that nearly led Da Xuan to destruction.

"I understand what you mean, erasing memories is for better inheritance for Da Xuan, but isn't it too cruel on an individual level? Have you ever thought that when your consciousness projects elsewhere, something beautiful might happen there?" Wu Hen asked.

"I have understood your world. You have networks; virtual networks are ultimately virtual networks. No matter what happens there, people must always return to reality." The white-robed woman said.

"Online relationships are, after all, online relationships, right?" Wu Hen smiled.

The white-robed woman was momentarily stunned, suddenly feeling this term seems to fit her experiences well.

"Then tell me, what did we do on the network?" The white-robed woman asked.

"If you don't remember, what I say is meaningless, but you didn't come looking to discuss this, right?"

"Hmm, after the sun sets, come to me. Our consciousness will project onto any corner of the otherworldly. We'll experience the otherworldly jungle laws as the creatures at the lowest level of the otherworldly; they'll teach you otherworldly martial arts, I'll impart to you the wisdom of Desert Dust..."

Wu Hen's good mood instantly vanished. On one hand, the mentor Su Li, whom he missed dearly, no longer remembered him; on the other hand, he still had to be pulled into intense night classes!

"Teacher Su Li, I want to rest a bit."

"Is that my online name? You can call me that... Let's go, let's start!" The white-robed woman nodded.

"Please, Aunt, at least give me a moment to catch my breath first!"

"Hmm, hmm, that title fits better." She gradually revealed a smile, as if finally finding an answer to a long-standing puzzle.

"But didn't you delete your memory?"

"Memories could be deleted, but feelings remain."

"..."