Once a cultivator gets distracted, the heart demon clings like poisonous vines—this is the cruel interpretation of the two words "No Thought."
In the center of the sea, a giant glazed tree stands against the waves, with hanging No Thought Fruit shimmering with golden patterns. Every breath of the fruit stirs the heavenly Dao, making countless cultivators' eyes turn crimson.
Half an hour before the No Thought Fruit ripens, a chaotic battle began.
Amidst the melee, Si Lingle suddenly forms a seal, and a Reincarnation Realm emerges in her palm.
The sea surface splits into three temporal remnants: the past (a calm sea untouched by cultivators), the present (a battlefield where flesh and blood fly), and the future (a withered tree with fallen No Thought Fruit).
Three killing techniques from nearby great powers pierce through Si Lingle's virtualized body; she has already used the Reincarnation Realm to slip into a crevice in time.
