The voice disappeared into silence the moment it finished speaking, yet the entire forbidden archive reacted violently afterward.Wang xio stood motionless between towering shelves while loose pages drifted slowly through unstable spiritual pressure around him, his dark robes shifting faintly beneath the cold currents moving unnaturally through the archive halls. The golden spiritual flames hovering near the ceiling flickered weakly now, dimming lower and lower while shadows stretched deeper between the endless rows of ancient records. Then suddenly one of the shelves groaned loudly somewhere nearby.
Wang xio's gaze sharpened.The shelf slowly shifted sideways on its own then another moved beside it. Ancient scrolls slid across wood without being touched while black threads crawled silently between the records. Wang xio's expression hardened slightly as he watched the distortion spread deeper into the archive.Several scrolls suddenly burst into silver flames before his eyes while rewritten ink spread violently across exposed pages, replacing names and entire historical records in real time.
Wang Xio stepped forward and caught one burning document before it completely collapsed into ash. His eyes narrowed sharply while reading the shifting text. The names were changing. Entire events were rewriting themselves,dates disappearing and records vanishing.Wang xio slowly lifted his gaze again toward the darkness beyond the shelves. "Who are you?" he asked quietly.
Then somewhere deeper inside the archive, footsteps echoed once softly before stopping again. The black Threads spread farther between the shelves afterward, twisting unnaturally through the air while the spiritual flames dimmed even lower. Yet Wang Xio noticed something strange that threads avoided one specific section entirely. They moved around it not through it as though unwilling to touch whatever was stored there. His expression shifted faintly because threads consumed everything like memories, space,records yet now they were retreating and avoiding something.
Wang xio slowly turned toward the isolated archive section farther ahead. Unlike the surrounding shelves covered in black corruption, this area remained untouched beneath layers of ancient dust and dim silver seals barely visible across old wood. Then the voice finally spoke again quietly from somewhere inside the darkness ahead. "Someone Heaven failed to erase." Wang xio's eyes narrowed sharply.Wang xio stepped forward slowly now, loose pages drifting around him while the unstable archive groaned softly in the darkness surrounding both sides of the corridor. "You're connected to the Fourth Day." he said quietly.
Then softly from the darkness beyond the untouched shelves came a low laugh. "Connected?" the voice repeated quietly. "No." A small pause followed then more softly: "I survived it." The archive shook violently the moment those words were spoken. Several shelves collapsed somewhere farther behind Wang xio while black threads surged aggressively through the surrounding corridors like something suddenly awakened.
Wang Xio did not move. His sharp gaze remained fixed forward while his heartbeat slowed instead of quickened because now he understood something terrifying. Heaven was not hiding a disaster. Heaven was hiding survivors. Then slowly very slowly a figure began appearing faintly beyond the untouched archive section ahead, still hidden mostly behind darkness and drifting Threads.
Wang xio's expression remained calm outwardly, but beneath that calmness genuine unease settled deeper.The figure standing beyond the shelves was wearing old Heaven robes. Burned Heaven robes.
The burned figure standing beyond the untouched shelves remained motionless in the darkness while the archive trembled violently around them, black Threads twisting aggressively through the corridors like living shadows searching for something they could no longer fully reach then suddenly something fell from one of the upper shelves nearby. Wang Xio turned.A damaged scroll had landed near his feet on the cold stone floor.The scroll looked ancient, partially burned along the edges while faded Heaven seals barely remained visible beneath black ash marks.
Wang Xio crouched slightly and lifted it carefully. The moment his fingers touched the paper, unstable spiritual energy rippled sharply through the surrounding shelves.his eyes narrowed because part of the title remained readable."Fourth Day __ Memory Correction Authorization "
His gaze moved lower across the damaged scroll while rewritten ink flickered violently across the remaining text. Most sections had already been destroyed intentionally, but fragments still remained visible between burned portions of the record.Partially erased names.The ink distorted violently before the final sections could fully appear.Wang xio's eyes sharpened instantly.Then suddenly
CRACK. The entire archive shook violently.
Bookshelves groaned loudly across the surrounding corridors while spiritual flames exploded upward in unstable bursts of gold and silver light. Black threads surged aggressively through the shelves now, spreading across records like living cracks tearing through Heaven's history itself.The damaged scroll in Wang xio's hand suddenly burst into black fire.
He released it immediately.The flames consumed the remaining names within seconds. Then alarms echoed sharply throughout the forbidden archive halls. Ancient Heaven bells rang violently overhead.Outside the sealed records chamber voices erupted almost immediately.
"What happened?!" one of heaven member said. "The archive seals are collapsing!"
"Who entered the forbidden layer?!" Several Heaven officials rushed into the outer corridors while spiritual barriers flickered violently across the walls around them.
White-robed archive guardians immediately drew defensive talismans while staring toward the unstable chamber in visible alarm.
Then Wang xio stepped out from the forbidden section calmly.The moment the officials saw him everyone froze.Several immediately lowered their heads respectfully.
"Lord Wang Xio?"Another official looked visibly shaken now. "Why are you here?"
"This area is forbidden even to high-ranking officials."Wang xio's expression remained calm as he stepped fully into the corridor while loose pages drifted slowly behind him beneath unstable spiritual pressure."I know." he answered quietly.His cold gaze shifted briefly back toward the sealed archive chamber. "I needed to confirm something."
The surrounding officials exchanged uneasy looks immediately because Wang xio rarely involved himself directly in Heaven politics or archive investigations unless the matter was extremely serious.One younger archive official stepped forward carefully. "Did… did something awaken inside the records?"
Wang xio remained silent briefly then quietly he said "No."Small pause followed then he said "It was already awake."Unease spread instantly across the corridor before anyone could question further the atmosphere changed.
Every official immediately straightened in alarm.Then one by one they lowered themselves respectfully."Heavenly Father."
Golden light spread slowly across the corridor entrance while the surrounding unstable energy calmed slightly beneath overwhelming divine presence. The Heavenly Father stepped into the archive hall calmly, long white robes untouched by the surrounding chaos while ancient spiritual seals shimmered faintly around him.His expression was unreadable but his gaze moved immediately toward Wang xio then toward the damaged forbidden chamber behind him.
Silence settled heavily across the corridor. Heavenly Father spoke quietly."You entered the erased archive."Wang Xio met the Heavenly Father's gaze directly without lowering his eyes. "Yes." The surrounding Heaven officials visibly tensed at the open admission while unstable spiritual pressure continued rippling faintly through the damaged archive corridor around them. Several archive guardians exchanged uneasy looks but none dared interrupt.
"Wang Xio." heavenly Father voice was neither angry nor loud he continued "You were ordered not to investigate the Thread anomalies alone." Wang Xio's expression did not change. "And yet Heaven continues hiding information." he replied evenly. The corridor fell silent instantly afterward. One nearby archive official looked genuinely horrified by the directness of the response while another immediately lowered his head further, clearly wishing not to hear the conversation at all. But Wang xio continued calmly despite the tension thickening throughout the hall. "The Fourth Day existed." His sharp gaze remained fixed steadily on the Heavenly Father. "The records were intentionally erased." Small pause. "And Heaven authorized memory correction."
Then softly the Heavenly Father asked, "How much did you see?" Wang Xio's gaze sharpened faintly beneath the unstable lantern light. "Enough." he answered quietly, "to understand Heaven fears remembrance more than destruction." Unease spread visibly between the surrounding Heaven officials now. Some looked confused ithers disturbed. One younger archive guardian slowly lifted his gaze toward the Heavenly Father before asking carefully, almost hesitantly, "Lord Heavenly Father…" His voice lowered slightly afterward. "What is the Fourth Day?" Silence followed.
The Heavenly Father slowly turned his gaze toward the forbidden chamber behind Wang xio where black threads still moved faintly between the shelves, twisting silently through erased records and burned scrolls like remnants of something that refused to disappear completely. His expression became distant for a brief moment then he answered "A mistake that should never return."
Elsewhere Qing Li stood motionless in the middle of the distorted mountain path, breathing uneven now while his hand remained pressed tightly against his forehead as though trying to physically stop the memories forcing themselves upward inside his mindQing Li slowly lowered his hand while staring blankly into the shifting fog ahead of him, his usual irritation and careless confidence nowhere visible now beneath the visible confusion settling across his expression. "Why…" he whispered quietly beneath his breath. "Why does this hurt so much?"No answer came.
forever. His jaw tightened visibly. "Who were those children?" he muttered quietly. "And why do they feel familiar?" His eyes narrowed "What is Wang Xio hiding from me?" he asked quietly into the fog. "What exactly happened in the past?" He tried remembering harder. Tried forcing the missing pieces into place but every time his thoughts neared the memories directly, pain spread sharply through his head like something resisting him from remembering fully.
Then suddenly the atmosphere around him shifted again. The wind stopped.Qing Li stared silently at the black threads twisting slowly around him while his heartbeat became noticeably heavier inside his chest. "…What exactly do you want from me?" he asked quietly. No answer came. The threads only continued circling him silently between the trees while fog drifted unnaturally across the mountain path around them. Qing Li's gaze sharpened slightly afterward as realization slowly settled deeper into him. "No…" he muttered quietly. "That's not the right question." His breathing slowed faintly. Then more softly almost reluctantly he whispered into the silence, "Why do you know me?"
Back to house Lin Chen remained close beside Chen yu instinctively, his gaze constantly shifting toward the countless wooden doors lining the stretched hallway around them. Some doors trembled faintly on their own others remained perfectly still beneath black cracks spreading slowly across old wood like veins beneath skin. Xu Yang stood farther behind them now, silent, one hand hidden beneath his sleeve where the rose mark continued burning faintly against his skin.
One of the doors slowly opened by itself.
Everyone immediately turned toward it.
But beyond the doorway there was no room there was only fire.A massive Heaven hall burned violently beyond the threshold, golden pillars collapsing beneath black flames while screams echoed faintly through thick smoke drifting upward into darkened skies. Broken spiritual seals scattered across white stone floors stained with spreading blood while shattered Heaven banners burned slowly beneath falling ash.Lin Chen's expression changed instantly. " What the hell is that?"
Before anyone could answer another door opened nearby.This time revealing children beneath warm lantern light.Laughter echoed softly from inside the doorway while several blurred figures ran through glowing festival streets beneath floating paper lanterns. Then another door creaked open farther down the corridor. They saw someone knelt in chains.
The figure's head remained lowered while enormous black threads wrapped tightly around their body beneath towering Heaven officials barely visible through drifting white mist. Blood dripped slowly onto white stone beneath them.
Zhao Ming's expression darkened visibly.
Even Yan luo stopped walking.One by one
more doors slowly opened. There were not complete scenes but pieces of something broken. Then they saw woman crying while holding flowers stained red then in another
child reaching toward someone disappearing into darkness then White stone floors covered in blood then in another they saw
Chains dragging slowly through firelight.
The deeper the corridor opened around them, the heavier the atmosphere became. While overlapping sounds echoed faintly through the house all at once crying,laughter, fire, footsteps, distant screaming.Lin Chen stared silently at the nearest doorway where children still laughed beneath warm lantern light while fire from another memory flickered across his face unevenly. Then quietly he said, "These aren't places."Chen Yu's sharp gaze moved slowly across the endless corridor of opening memories "They're memories." he answered quietly.
"What exactly are we even looking at?" Lin chen asked quietly. "None of this has anything to do with us." His gaze shifted slowly between the burning Heaven hall and the chained figure kneeling beneath enormous black Threads. "Right?" Chen Yu remained silent for a moment, eyes narrowed slightly while watching the unstable memories flicker across the corridor walls. Then calmly he replied, "I don't know." Small pause. "I only know the threads are connected to this place somehow."
Zhao Ming folded his arms loosely while staring toward one of the farther memories where blood spread slowly across white stone beneath shattered Heaven seals. His usual relaxed expression had disappeared completely now. "That still doesn't explain why the house is showing us this." he muttered quietly. Yan Luo's gaze remained fixed toward the Heaven-related memories instead. The more he looked at them, the more uneasy his expression became. Then finally he spoke quietly, "I think…" He hesitated briefly before continuing. "…I think we may already know where these memories come from." Zhao Ming immediately looked toward him. His expression darkened faintly. "You're talking about that place?"
Lin Chen frowned sharply between them. "What place?" His voice tightened slightly now from growing frustration. "Can someone stop talking in half sentences for once?" Yan Luo slowly turned toward him, his expression unusually serious beneath the weak lantern light. "There's a part of Heaven even most officials aren't allowed to access." he said quietly. "A sealed archive connected to erased events and forbidden corrections."
Chen Yu's gaze sharpened slightly at those words. "Correction?" Yan Luo nodded faintly. "When Heaven decides something should no longer exist within the records." Lin Chen blinked once. "You can just erase history?" Zhao Ming gave a quiet humorless laugh. "Apparently they can." Lin Chen looked increasingly disturbed now while his gaze slowly shifted back toward the endless memory doors surrounding them. "Then what exactly happened here?" he asked quietly. "What could possibly be important enough for Heaven to erase all of this?" Before Yan luo could answer something cracked.
The entire corridor shook violently. Everyone froze instantly. The wooden floor beneath Xu yang suddenly split apart without warning, deep black fractures tearing sharply across the boards beneath his feet like something breaking open from underneath the house itself. Xu yang's eyes widened slightly as the floor gave way beneath him. "Xiao ye!" Lin Chen moved instantly toward him, panic flashing openly across his expression.
The cracked floor collapsed completely beneath Xu Yang with a deafening groan of splintering wood while darkness opened beneath him like a mouth swallowing light itself. Xu yang fell straight through the collapsing floor into darkness below. Lin Chen lunged forward immediately, fingers barely missing Xu yang's sleeve before the gap slammed shut violently again. The corridor snapped still. Xu yang was gone.
The corridor snapped completely silent after the floor sealed itself shut again. Weak lantern light flickered unevenly across the wooden walls while the endless memory doors surrounding them continued leaking faint sounds into the heavy air crying, distant laughter, chains dragging slowly across stone. But none of them moved at first.
Lin Chen remained frozen near the spot where Xu Yang had disappeared, one hand still stretched forward uselessly toward the sealed floor as though refusing to accept what had just happened. His breathing had turned uneven now. "Xiao ye…" His voice sounded strained and hollow inside the distorted corridor. Then louder this time, panic finally breaking through completely, "Xiao ye!" No answer came back.
Lin Chen stared at the unbroken floor beneath him in disbelief before suddenly dropping to his knees hard against the wood, fingers pressing desperately against the cracks still faintly visible beneath weak lantern light. "Where did he go?" he asked shakily. "What just happened?" His voice tightened further afterward while fear became openly visible across his expression now. "Why him?"
Chen Yu stood silently nearby, his sharp gaze fixed on the exact place Xu yang had disappeared through. Unlike Lin Chen, his expression remained controlled outwardly, but the tension beneath that calmness had become unmistakable now. His eyes narrowed slightly while studying the sealed floor beneath them. "This house separated him intentionally." he said quietly. Zhao ming frowned sharply. "Separated him for what?" Chen Yu's gaze lifted slowly toward the surrounding memory doors. "Because it recognizes him."
Yan Luo turned sharply toward the masked figure standing farther down the corridor beneath shifting shadows,visible anger crossed his expression."What exactly is this place?" he demanded coldly. The masked figure remained silent.Yan Luo stepped closer immediately, his voice sharper now. "Where is Xu Yang?" Still no answer came.
Then the masked figure spoke quietly from beneath the shadows hiding most of his face. "He is where he should be."
Lin Chen immediately stood again, wiping roughly at his eyes before glaring toward the figure with visible anger beneath lingering panic. "What does that mean?" he snapped. "Tell me where Xiao Ye is." The moment the name left his mouth the masked figure tilted his head slightly. "Xiao Ye." Then softly he laughed.Zhao Ming's expression darkened immediately while Yan Luo's patience finally disappeared entirely. "Enough games!" he said sharply. "The Threads are reacting to this house specifically." Chen Yu remained silent nearby, but his expression alone clearly showed agreement. Yan Luo's gaze never left the masked figure. "What is your reason for bringing us here?"
masked figure answered quietly "To show what is hidden." Yan Luo's expression hardened immediately. "What does that mean?" His voice lowered slightly afterward. "And what exactly is this?"Then masked figure answered "You are standing inside an erased event." Lin Chen stared toward him in confusion and disbelief. " What does that even mean?" The masked figure slowly lifted his gaze toward the endless memory doors surrounding them before answering: "It means this place no longer exists anywhere except memory."