The night was cold, the moon barely visible through the swirling mist that covered the land beyond the Ethereal Moon Sect. Wu Tian moved swiftly, his breath steady as he left behind the comfort of the sect's protective walls and entered the unknown. The Shadowfallen Wastes—a vast, treacherous land filled with ancient ruins, forgotten legacies, and untold dangers.
Few dared to venture into the Wastes. It was a place where time itself felt distorted, where spatial anomalies could swallow a man whole, and where remnants of old battles still scarred the landscape. Wu Tian knew that if the Ancient Ruins of the Fallen Sovereign held any truth about the Planet Master's legacy, this was where he would find it.
A Land of Forgotten Souls
The deeper Wu Tian ventured, the stranger the air became. A strange suppression pressed down upon him, making his cultivation feel heavier, as if an unseen force was stifling his Qi circulation.
He frowned. This was no ordinary suppression—it was the lingering will of something ancient.
"The spirits of the past… They never truly rest."
A memory from the book surfaced in his mind, warning him that places like this—where powerful beings had once perished—often carried their residual will. This energy, while not alive, could still affect those who wandered too close.
He slowed his pace, carefully stepping forward while circulating his Qi to resist the pressure. The surroundings were eerily silent, save for the occasional whisper of the wind through the ruins. Then, the ground shifted beneath him.
Boom!
A decayed skeletal hand shot out of the earth, followed by another, then another. A dozen spectral figures, their forms barely tangible, rose from the ruins, their hollow eyes locking onto Wu Tian.
"Who disturbs our slumber?"
Their voices layered over one another, an echo from countless years past. Wu Tian narrowed his eyes. These were no ordinary specters.
They were remnants of fallen cultivators—trapped between life and death, forever bound to this forsaken land.
Battle Against the Remnants
Without hesitation, Wu Tian raised his hand, gathering a pulse of golden Qi around his palm. The moment the specters lunged toward him, he struck.
Boom!
A shockwave of energy erupted as his attack tore through the closest specter, but instead of dissipating, the entity merely reformed, its ethereal body knitting itself back together in an instant.
Wu Tian's expression darkened. Regular Qi would not work.
Then, a realization hit him—his Knowledge Sea.
If these were remnants of lost souls, then perhaps the Seven-Colored Soul-Warming Lotus could burn them away. With that thought, he closed his eyes, drawing power from the lotus embedded within his Knowledge Sea.
The moment he reopened them, his irises glowed with golden-blue radiance.
"Begone."
A wave of pure soul energy surged outward from him, burning through the spectral figures. The remnants screamed, their forms unraveling into mist.
In mere seconds, silence returned to the ruins.
Wu Tian let out a slow breath. The Seven-Colored Soul-Warming Lotus had worked.
But this only confirmed what he already suspected—this place was far more dangerous than he had anticipated.
The Ancient Ruins of the Fallen Sovereign
Pressing forward, Wu Tian eventually reached the ruins—massive, crumbling structures half-buried in the sand.
The air was thick with ancient energy, and at the center of the ruins stood a colossal stone tablet, covered in runes so old that they seemed on the verge of fading completely.
Wu Tian stepped closer, running his fingers across the engraved text. As he did, a sudden pulse of energy surged through him.
The moment his hand made contact with the stone—
Visions assaulted his mind.
He saw a battlefield of titanic proportions, cultivators clashing against celestial warriors, entire landscapes shattering under the force of their techniques. At the center of it all, he saw the Planet Master, his aura blazing like an unquenchable fire as he stood against a horde of invaders.
"You are not worthy of this world. Leave, or be annihilated."
The voice was powerful, filled with sorrow and resolve. Wu Tian felt himself being pulled deeper into the vision—until suddenly, it stopped.
The energy surrounding the stone faded, and Wu Tian staggered backward, gasping for breath.
He knew now. This was the last battlefield of the Planet Master.
And buried somewhere within these ruins…
Was his final inheritance.
The Path Forward
Wu Tian straightened, his resolve sharpening. He had come here seeking answers, and now he had found them.
Whatever the Planet Master had left behind, he would claim it.
For this world was no longer hidden.
And Wu Tian would not let history repeat itself.