Although Meng Ke'er and the others had already learned some details about the nameless demon's appearance from Chen Nan, they were still overwhelmed with shock, standing there dumbfounded. A demon with a mangled body standing right before them caused their minds to short-circuit for a moment.
Chen Nan was carefully examining the wounds on the back of the nameless demon god, trying to figure out exactly how many pairs of wings he should have. However, he was disappointed. The nameless demon god's back had two blood grooves, and the missing wings had been pulled out at the root.
Demonic energy surged, and the ancient, tattered clothes of the nameless god-demon fluttered in the wind, stained with blood, a shocking sight.
Who on earth could have injured a god or demon like this?!
The chill in everyone's hearts grew stronger.
"Hundreds of years have passed in a flash, and the Gate of Despair has opened wide again, but why have only ten such weak people come? There isn't even a single immortal or god-level figure!" The nameless god-demon spoke in a low and desolate voice, but apart from Chen Nan, no one could understand him, because he was speaking the language of the ancient Immortal Fantasy Continent.
Meng Ke'er and the others looked at each other, puzzled. However, what surprised them even more was that Chen Nan spoke at this moment, using a language similar to that of the nameless god and demon, which they could not understand at all.
"Hundreds of years have passed in a flash. What are you waiting for?" Chen Nan stared directly at the nameless god and demon.
The nameless god and demon were extremely surprised, and a beam of red light shot out from its single eye.
In an instant, Chen Nan felt that immense spiritual pressure that had vanished again. At that moment, his spirit almost collapsed, but fortunately, the pressure disappeared again.
The nameless demon god said in a low voice, "I never expected anyone to understand such an ancient language. It's truly unbelievable. Who did you learn it from?"
A hint of pain flashed in Chen Nan's eyes as he said, "I was originally a person from ten thousand years ago, but after dying for ten thousand years, I was resurrected from an ancient divine tomb..."
This was his greatest secret, and now he had finally encountered a god who had lived for ten thousand years. The truth of what happened ten thousand years ago seemed about to be revealed. He was incredibly excited and roared almost to himself, "I want to know what exactly happened ten thousand years ago!"
However, Chen Nan failed to notice that the nameless god and demon were on the verge of going berserk every time they heard the words "ten thousand years".
"Please tell me, what exactly happened ten thousand years ago? Why did the gods and demons who were said to be immortal die? Why are the gods of the Immortal Fantasy Continent and the Demon Fantasy Continent buried together? Who built the Cemetery of Gods and Demons?" Chen Nan roared madly.
The nameless demon suddenly grabbed its long, blood-red hair and screamed wildly as if provoked: "Ah... ten thousand years ago... Don't ask me about ten thousand years ago! I can't remember, ah... what exactly happened ten thousand years ago? Who can tell me? Who can tell me! Ah... who am I? Who am I?!"
The deafening roar caused the blood and qi of the ten young masters to surge, and all ten of them couldn't help but vomit several mouthfuls of blood. They were all shaken and almost collapsed.
The nameless demon soared into the air, screaming madly. Its immense spiritual power, beyond control, struck the ten people on the ground once more. The ten experts felt dizzy and disoriented, finally collapsing to the ground together.
The nameless demon roared and vented its anger in the air, and the entire valley seemed to tremble.
"Who am I? What happened ten thousand years ago?!" he kept repeating, crashing through the air and screaming madly. Bright red blood gushed out from the large hole in his chest, blood unlike any other, the blood of the nameless demon god radiating a blazing red light in the air.
The blood of the gods and demons did not fall down, nor did it evaporate and disappear in the air. Instead, it transformed into streaks of red light that enveloped the nameless god and demon's body, and finally seeped into his skin.
The deafening roar lasted for three hours. The ten masters woke up several times, only to faint again each time.
When the ten masters awoke once more, the nameless demon had ceased its roaring and stood silently in mid-air, gazing up at the dark sky. Its towering figure appeared so desolate and lonely, and an inexplicable sorrow permeated the Valley of Death.
The ten masters seemed to be infected by that sorrowful atmosphere, and a variety of complex emotions rose in their hearts: loneliness, helplessness, hatred, despair, solitude...
They understood that it was the emotion of the nameless god or demon; at that moment, they felt the loneliness, helplessness, and sorrow in his heart, the grief of being powerless to reverse the situation...
The nameless demon withdrew its gaze from the dark sky and slowly descended from mid-air to the ground, standing before the ten masters. Clearly, it had regained its senses and had contained its vast, ocean-like spiritual power.
"Not knowing my past, not knowing who I am, what is the meaning of living like this..." the nameless god-demon muttered to himself.
When Xiao Feng, Qianlong, and the others saw that Chen Nan was about to speak again, they covered his mouth together, fearing that he would once again provoke the nameless god and demon into a frenzy.
Chen Nan smiled wryly, shook his head, and waved his hand, signaling them to let go. The group looked at him suspiciously, and only released him after confirming he wouldn't do anything further.
The nameless demon suddenly fixed its gaze on Chen Nan and said, "Just now you plunged me into painful memories, but I cannot recall any details of the past. I am forced to seal away what you said to me. I have forgotten what you said to me. Do not mention it again, or I will lose my true nature and destroy everything..."
Chen Nan let out a heavy sigh. He had thought that the earth-shattering secret from ten thousand years ago was about to be revealed, but in the end it was all for naught. He still knew nothing about the past.
"Your cultivation is extraordinary, yet your body is so broken and you're still alive. Why don't you go to the Immortal Realm to find the answer? There must be someone there who knows your secret."
"I'm still alive?! Hahaha..." The nameless god-demon threw his head back and laughed wildly, saying, "Do you think I'm still alive?"
"You..." Chen Nan involuntarily took two steps back.
The nameless demon vanished, a hint of helplessness and sorrow on its face. It sighed, "My body is long dead. Can't you feel the heavy aura of death? Only my spirit remains, my fragmented soul still lingers!"
Chen Nan stared in shock, his mouth agape, and stammered, "You…"
"A soul bound to a dead body, haha, it's laughable, isn't it? But it's true!" The nameless demon gazed at the dark sky and said in a deep voice, "I can't leave this place either. My subconscious tells me to protect this place forever, until this world is destroyed!"
A storm raged within Chen Nan's heart. What secrets lay hidden here? Why would an unnamed god and demon choose to guard this place forever? But what was it worth protecting? Even he himself seemed to have no idea!
The nameless demon sighed and said, "I'm spending less and less time in my conscious state, and more and more time lost..." His face suddenly turned gloomy, and he said, "You're lucky you didn't barge in while I was losing my senses. I don't care who you are, but once you're here, everything will be done according to the rules."
With a wave of his right hand, the ten masters were immediately swept into the air by a fierce force. The nameless demon god uttered in a low voice, "Illusory Realm of the Void, open!"
The ten people were shocked. The previously dark sky suddenly became bright, and a world filled with the fragrance of flowers and the chirping of birds appeared before their eyes.
There, flowers carpeted the ground, green grass was fragrant, and a winding river flowed slowly through the meadow. Cute deer and white rabbits, undisturbed by people, blinked their big eyes curiously at everyone among the flowers.
A strange, dreamlike world appeared above the eerie, deathly wasteland. The ten people almost thought they were dreaming. They stared blankly at the colorful world before them, speechless for a long time.
"This is a illusory realm I created. There you will fight with your own hearts. Whoever can conquer their own heart can leave alive. Otherwise, you will add another wisp of deathly aura to this valley." With a wave of his hand, the nameless god and demon sent the ten people tumbling into a world of blooming flowers and perfect peace.
Chen Nan hurriedly explained what he had heard to the other nine people. The nine people were confused after listening, wondering how to fight against their own hearts.
"What you see and hear may not be real, but everything is constructed from your inner world. What you fear will happen." The nameless god's words were deep and powerful.
Chen Nan acted as the translator once again, and this time the nine people seemed to understand something, and the color on each of their faces changed.
The nameless demon's voice was utterly cold as it said, "Let's start with you!"
With a "whoosh," Meng Ke'er, along with her jade lotus platform, flew up and landed behind a flower bush not far away.
The nameless god-demon whispered, "The illusion is activated!"
Dressed in flowing white robes, Meng Ke'er was as ethereal and otherworldly as a fairy, untouched by any trace of worldly dust. She stood calmly among the flowers, quietly awaiting the impending trial. Suddenly, she cried out, "Ah..." A strange "world" appeared beside her, everything familiar to her, and she abruptly fell into it.
Chen Nan and the other nine felt a tremor in their hearts. The flower bushes where Meng Ke'er stood had become a "world". At this moment, they were like gods looking down on all living beings, and could clearly see everything inside.
Was that Meng Ke'er's inner world? The place was shrouded in mist and ethereal energy, filled with rare flowers and precious trees, like a fairyland. Could it be the legendary Ancient Sacred Land of Tantai? Would she be battling her own heart there? The nine people looked at each other in disbelief, their hearts filled with horror.