Chapter 560

Chapter 560: Forgetting is a Calamity

In the great summer, at the original site of the Heavenly Talisman Sect.

Li Hui stepped inside. He had once sought knowledge here, learning talisman methods alongside past sect leaders and fellow disciples.

Now he returned to settle scores with Zhang Daoheng. In truth, he no longer cared about Zhang Daoheng; he came to reclaim the most important possession of the Heavenly Talisman Sect, the Di Jiang Talisman Corpse that sealed Zhang Daoheng.

With this talisman corpse, attacking the Hongmo Sect could yield great results with minimal effort. What he had once thought was an extraordinary weapon that shouldn’t exist now seemed rather ordinary.

“Roar…” The talisman corpse appeared. Today was the day of its emergence, neither too early nor too late, perfectly timed with Li Hui’s arrival, eager to wreak havoc upon the world.

“Command…” A talisman imprint lit up on the Di Jiang Corpse, followed by a hundred more talisman imprints glowing and swiftly spreading outward to strengthen its control.

Such simplicity! With just this one talisman imprint creating chaos, the Di Jiang Talisman Corpse stood there ignorant, like a big stupid oaf, having lost all ferocity.

“Li Hui!”

As the dust settled, Zhang Daoheng stood with his sword, a streak of white hair now at his temples!

“What’s this? You don’t shout for blood anymore upon seeing me?” Li Hui suddenly stepped forward, and countless black runes surged around him, quickly materializing into a picture.

“What do you want?” Zhang Daoheng was astonished; he had just broken through, advancing his cultivation to this level, and was supposed to end Li’s life with one sword strike. Yet he felt bouts of anxiety instead.

“Your maid Qing Luan stirred trouble, bringing you against me, with the involvement of Haotu Sect’s young master Chen Nuo Er behind her. I’ve seen their positions clearly; curse assassination!” Li Hui pointed, and in the vision, Qing Luan and Chen Nuo Er screamed in agony, clutching their hearts and dying unjustly.

“Don’t involve others; only punish the true evil!” Li Hui spoke lightly.

“Ha ha ha!” Zhang Daoheng laughed heartily: “Li Hui, Li Yingjun, have you finally broken free from your own shackles? In this case, how similar you are to my former self! Both of them are disciples of Jin Tian Sect.”

“No, you kill without reason; I have my own rules.” Li Hui replied with a smile: “Every heart has its demons, ghosts, and spirits. Seeking the truth is to cultivate oneself; true cultivation is cultivating the Dao. I am still myself, barefoot on the bloody path, with a pure heart. I don’t kill just to kill; I seek great freedom.”

“Then let’s see this through.” Zhang Daoheng raised his sword to the sky and forcefully summoned calamity upon them.

Li Hui shook his head: “I was just planning to use your hand to gather calamity power.”

The moment seemed slow but was rapid; suddenly, the calamity power vanished, leaving Zhang Daoheng shocked, retreating again and narrowing his eyes to scrutinize his foe.

“Thanks!” Li Hui said casually: “You have a natural affinity for calamity power, as you bear the body of the Ten Thousand Calamities Dao, hence your current progress is so remarkable on the Wutu Continent! Few can match you, even many high-level demon cultivators burdened with calamities prefer not to face you. Coincidentally, I have the appearance of an Unrivaled Calamity Master. You regard my anomaly as an opportunity for proving the Dao, while I struggled to survive until just recently, breaking free from the chains of fate. Today, I will complete the calamity with you.”

“Just you?” Zhang Daoheng sneered, suddenly tearing his robe to reveal his upper body, where two rows of deep blue eyes sprouted beneath his ribs.

“Ha ha ha, Li Hui, I am…”

His laughter abruptly stopped as Zhang Daoheng stared in disbelief at the sky, roaring, “You dare imitate me? You dare punish the Ten Thousand Calamities Dao body using the calamity of forgetfulness?”

Li Hui suddenly stepped forward, and with that step, the world roared, the heavens bowed in respect, and he coldly said: “So, you have merged the Eye of Calamity Control from ancient demons.”

“Swish!” The six beams of light shone brightly.

Zhang Daoheng shrieked in agony as the demonic eyes embedded in his ribs transformed into black smoke and dissipated. How could this be possible?

“Forgetfulness is a calamity! From this day forth, no one will remember you; all of your past shall vanish into thin air.” Li Hui pointed his fingers in the air, and suddenly the wind and clouds brewing nearby, Zhang Daoheng’s past seals morphed into thousands of troops arriving.

What is difficult will not be; what is easy will not be hard. Dealing with Zhang Daoheng was as simple as drinking a cup of wine. The breach in a thousand-mile dam could not stop its collapse.

“No, no!” Zhang Daoheng, with disheveled hair, realized that despite having a higher cultivation of calamity power, he could never lock onto his opponent! Meanwhile, his foe sent his calamity power rebounding off him with just one finger.

Li Hui turned and took the Di Jiang Corpse with him, while babbling nonsense followed behind, and then Zhang Daoheng began to forget. He forgot the cultivation method he had learned, forgot who he was, forgot how to breathe, forgot how to think.

The first person in the inner sect of the Jin Tian Sect suffocated to death, as he forgot how to breathe! The gentle breeze blew past, and his corpse vanished without leaving a trace of dust behind, for there was never a person named Zhang Daoheng born in this world.

“Forgetting is a calamity…” The distant murmurs echoed, even the heavens and the earth forgot Zhang Daoheng, an extremely terrifying calamity—forgetting is a calamity!!!

The next day, in a small mountain village near Turtle Longevity City, Zhao the Fatty woke up and stretched his muscles, then suddenly slapped his head, exclaiming: “Ah! The boss must be hungry; I need to prepare breakfast.”

“Bold pig head, keep your voice down! Don’t disturb the young master; he just returned from his travels,” Huo Qiniang scolded while pinching Zhao the Fatty’s ear.

Li Hui was already up, or rather, had never slept! He was sitting in the room, teasing Zhao the Fatty and Huo Qiniang’s second son. Since practicing the Tai Shang Tong Xuan Ben Zhen Jing, he had not slept, spending every night in cultivation.

After a while, the little guy began to nod off. This uncle was exhausting him, pinching and twisting, and wouldn’t let him cry or fuss—it was terrifying!

Seeing Zhao the Fatty and Huo Qiniang enter, Li Hui laughed: “It’s been a while. You’ve had a second child already! With Li Changtian and Old Song watching over you, aren’t you afraid of being pushed down by ghosts?”

“Ha ha ha, why did you take so long, big boss? Qiniang and I missed you terribly!” Zhao the Fatty began to boast: “It’s not me, Chef Zhao, bragging; those taverns are using all sorts of tricks to invite me, and with just one sentence, what kind of expert can’t I bring? Besides, don’t look down on our little village; we have plenty of setup going on behind the scenes! Otherwise, how could Old Li and Old Song trust us to watch the house? Now our trading team is renowned; we are top-notch here in Turtle Longevity City!”

“I’m hungry; let’s eat,” Li Hui said casually. “You send the little one off to the sect’s disciple class at such a young age. Aren’t you cruel as parents?”

“Boss, this isn’t my fault; it’s all Qiniang’s harshness.” Zhao the Fatty seized the opportunity to snitch: “She keeps nagging me about early development and early success! It’s great that you’re back; I’ll bring the little one back from that damn Baicao Sect and let you teach him.”

“Baicao Sect?” Li Hui suddenly looked northward, saying: “No need to bring him back. Your little one is destined to be with the Baicao Sect; let him become a healing cultivator who seeks to aid the world in the future!”

“Pig head, I’m not done with you!” Huo Qiniang, with her big belly, tugged at Chef Zhao’s ear.

“Don’t! You’ll disturb the baby!” Chef Zhao hurriedly set the utensils, asking: “Boss, do you think Qiniang’s baby is a boy or a girl? Both of us want a daughter.”

“Find a renowned physician to feel the pulse; you’ll know the gender. Why are you asking me? Isn’t a son good? This one is still a son.”

“What? Another son?” Chef Zhao’s fat face immediately drooped. Suddenly, the village erupted into chaos as someone, covered in blood, rushed in, crying: “There’s been an incident with the trading team.”