Heaven and earth were a dusky amalgamation of misfortune and amnesia. Mutagen flourished, causing the surroundings to blur. Anyone who saw it would wonder if they were seeing things, and would be struck to the core with shock. Howls of grief drifted about everywhere. Amnesia was like the wind, blowing here and there, dispersing the past yet not bringing the future.5

This was Xu Qing’s battlefield. D-132 had covered all 27 of the forbidden mountains, and as the godly authority and will domain spread, about sixty percent of the remaining several hundred cultivators perished immediately.4

As they died, they appeared in the cells of D-132. They had clearly perished, yet they’d forgotten everything that happened, and were just confused. Now they were inmates of D-132, neither alive nor dead. The only thing they had to look forward to now was an eternal nightmare.29

The roughly one hundred who were still airborne were still holding strong. But as they were increasingly tormented by amnesia, they had to keep shouting loudly just to keep themselves...3