Chapter 410: Only Forgetting Can Sever Karma

The Jin Gang Sect Ancestor was stunned, and the shadow also revealed countless eyes.

"Is it possible that this sentence was an explanation to an existence I didn't notice..." Xu Qing spoke calmly.

"Moreover, this Danqing old man's address to me from beginning to end was four words: Overseer Master. Only in this sentence of explanation, the address was two words: Master."

"Such an obvious place, yet I strangely ignored it before." Xu Qing's eyes revealed coldness.

"Then, how many prisoners are in the Ding-One-Three-Two district I oversee."

Xu Qing narrowed his eyes, his mind recalling.

"The first is the Cloud Beast."

"The second is the Human Race woman."

"The third is the Stone Demon."

"The thirteenth..." Xu Qing's voice paused, and his whole body rose with a cold aura at this moment.

"Who is the fourth?" Xu Qing muttered, his pupils beginning to contract.

The Jin Gang Sect Ancestor on the side was about to speak, but he was also stunned. He couldn't remember either. Afterward, his whole body trembled, his eyes revealing terror.

The shadow was also blank.

"Who is the fifth? Or rather, from the fourth to the twelfth, who are they? Why can't I remember?" Xu Qing spoke softly. He took out the prisoner data jade slip from his body. After checking, no matter how he counted, it was fourteen.

But strangely, he just couldn't remember the nine in the middle.

Incomparably bizarre.

It was in the jade slip. Xu Qing felt he had seen it, but when he thought about it carefully, he couldn't remember.

"That previous overseer also introduced the prisoners. He seemed... to have not mentioned the nine in the middle either, yet I actually felt it was normal at the time."

"Interesting." Cold light flashed in Xu Qing's eyes. He opened his storage bag, wanting to record everything he had realized, but after thinking about it, he didn't use a jade slip, but took out a blank bamboo slip.

His storage bag had many bamboo slips.

On this bamboo slip, he carved everything he thought of now, word by word.

On the last line, Xu Qing wrote five words and a question mark.

God's power?

After doing all this, Xu Qing stood up and walked out of the Sword Pavilion in this dark night.

The rain outside continued, sprinkling onto the earth. There were puddles everywhere on the ground. Xu Qing walked over them, traveling through the night until he arrived at the Prison Department.

Walking on the stairs of the Prison Division, the sound of footsteps echoed far away, forming echoes circle by circle.

This was Xu Qing's first time coming to the Prison Division at night. The surroundings were even darker, with only the dim light emitted by the lamps lit at some distance on the walls.

In the darkness of the surroundings, the firelight was insignificant.

Xu Qing's expression was calm, walking down the stairs step by step. He didn't want to wait until dawn, because for him, there was no difference between day and night.

But once time passed, he was worried that his memory would become vague again, so he planned to take advantage of the fact that he had reacted now and go deal with it immediately.

He wanted to go see the prisoners from the fourth to the twelfth.

Just like that, amidst this silence and darkness, Xu Qing arrived before the dark-green prison gate of Ding-One-Three-Two on the fifty-seventh floor and raised his hand to push it open.

"Are there prisoners from the fourth to the twelfth or not!"

As the creaking sound echoed in this silence, Xu Qing walked in with an expressionless face, and with a "bang," the gate closed.

Ding-One-Three-Two, as pitch black as ever.

The moment he walked in, Xu Qing vaguely felt that there were gazes in the prison cell looking at him. At the same time, the little boy's figure also appeared beside him, his eyes carrying helplessness and concern.

Xu Qing noticed this and frowned.

His arrival this time was for this gaze!

He discovered when checking the jade slip before that there was no little boy's figure in the recording, but he remembered the other party's helpless look.

So he came here in the middle of the night, the purpose being to explore why the little boy's gaze was like this.

This was his only purpose.

"What is here." Xu Qing raised his right wrist and looked at the little boy.

The little boy opened its mouth, wanting to say something, but no matter how it spoke, Xu Qing couldn't hear it, as if the two sides were separated by a space-time.

Even though Xu Qing used many methods, such as writing, he still couldn't communicate with the little boy, until finally feeling that the sky outside seemed to be about to dawn, Xu Qing sighed lightly and could only give up.

He raised his head to look at this Ding-One-Three-Two, his gaze sweeping over the fourteen prisoners. Everything was as usual.

So he turned around, preparing to leave. But the moment his hand touched the prison gate, Xu Qing suddenly revealed a look of confusion in his expression.

"I came here in the middle of the night just to communicate with luck? This doesn't fit my personality!"

"Then I could have done this matter during the day when I was on duty. Why did I have to come in the middle of the night."

"I... seem to have forgotten some things."

Xu Qing muttered, turning to look at Ding-One-Three-Two. It was the same as in his memory, with no changes.

"Wrong!" Xu Qing's eyes revealed sharp light.

"My memory isn't that poor, but strangely I can't remember..."

"Could it be that some kind of power has affected me?"

"When I came, perhaps I wasn't affected, so I came. But after entering here, I forgot the purpose... Then, I should have discovered some clues."

He looked and looked, and suddenly raised his right hand to open his storage bag. After carefully checking every item inside, he took out a bamboo slip.

This bamboo slip was densely carved with a large number of words.

Xu Qing was familiar with the bamboo slip, but he didn't remember there being words on it, so he checked it carefully. As he looked, his expression changed.

"What is imprisoned in the fourth to the twelfth prison cells?"

"God's power?"

Xu Qing's heart and mind stirred up violent waves. He was familiar with the handwriting; it was his own handwriting, but the content was incomparably strange to him. Finally, he raised his head abruptly to look at the surroundings.

"Affected my memory?!" Xu Qing's eyes flashed with killing intent. The third Tiangong within his body vibrated abruptly, and the poison prohibition aura within it spread to cover his whole body. Afterward, he took a deep breath and used the power of the fourth Tiangong for the first time.

That was the Purple Moon Tiangong.

Following Xu Qing's thought, the fourth Tiangong trembled, and a wisp of purple moonlight bloomed within Xu Qing's sea of consciousness. While covering his whole body, his invisible status increased abruptly at

His expression became indifferent, his eyes filled with an ethereal quality. Although his appearance had not changed, the feeling he gave off was as if he were no longer a human being capable of emotion, but a god looking down upon all living things.

With this posture, Xu Qing looked at Ding Yisaner again.

After this glance, Ding Yisaner's appearance changed drastically in his eyes.

This place was not black at all, but red—a bright, vivid crimson. The ground was covered in fresh blood; the walls and the cages were all blood-colored.

Only one area emitted light; that was beside him, the place where the little boy was located.

Because he was very close, the light emitted from the little boy also enveloped Xu Qing.

He was in the light, and outside the light, besides the blood color, there was a thick blood mist that seemed to want to invade, but it was blocked.

Xu Qing's heart was shaken. He looked fiercely at the cage where the Cloud Beast was located; inside... it was not a Cloud Beast, but a headless stone lion!

Its entire body was dark green, exuding a thick, ominous aura.

Then he looked at the cage where the human woman was located. That place had also changed, as if a veil had been lifted, revealing the true scene. The woman inside was no longer beautiful, but a skeleton.

Inside the cage, there was a huge scarecrow, blood-red all over, constantly shaking and dropping countless weeds, which turned into small scarecrows that kept devouring the woman's skeleton, spitting it out after eating, and then piecing it back together.

It was as if they were tearing at each other for all eternity.

Noticing Xu Qing's gaze, the huge scarecrow even turned its head to look at Xu Qing and grinned.

And the cage holding the millstone and the head was also different from before. The millstone had disappeared, and in its place, a huge water vat had appeared, exuding an ancient aura. Inside the water vat was turbid liquid, and a black lotus was growing out, spreading countless branches and whiskers that permeated the surroundings of the cage.

Quite a few of them pierced directly into the head, causing the head to have a painful expression.

At this moment, the head noticed Xu Qing's gaze, but its expression was very strange; it carried helplessness and emitted a weak voice.

"I'm the only one who hasn't changed. I told you, I'm good..."

Xu Qing was silent. His gaze swept to the other cages, and everything he saw caused a monstrous wave to rise in his heart.

He did not see the fourth to the twelfth prisoners.

He saw a huge finger piercing through hundreds of cages. This finger emitted an indescribable divine might, and the flowing blood illuminated the prison cell in a deep red.

The blood mist and the blood were all born because of her.

That was... a god's finger.

And in the last cage, the Danqing Clan elder was currently looking ferocious, his body thin and withered, half-naked, covered in bite marks, and he was drawing with his fingers.

Inside his cage, countless scrolls were floating, densely packed and uncountable, and the ground was also covered in discarded paintings. If one looked closely, one could see that every painting inside was, surprisingly, Xu Qing!

Noticing Xu Qing's gaze, the elder turned his head and grinned.

"Good morning, Warden."

These were the true appearances of Ding Yisaner.

The prisoners here were not fourteen, but six.

Xu Qing's face was gloomy. After gazing at all this, he came to the place where the headless stone lion was. With a wave of his right hand, the cage's array opened, and with a boom, the stone lion collapsed and shattered.

Next was the scarecrow, which was also torn to pieces in the array, followed by the water vat, the black lotus, and the head.

The head was crushed by Xu Qing's foot, and before it dissipated, it let out a sigh.

"Why won't you believe me?"

Finally, it was the Danqing Clan. Under the elder's eerie smile, Xu Qing flicked his sleeve, and a ball of flame roared past, burning everything to ashes.

After doing all this, he looked at that finger, remained silent for a long time, and turned to walk outside.

This finger was the true secret of Ding Yisaner.

What was ultimately to be imprisoned here was actually this god's finger. It was just that Xu Qing did not understand why such an item would be placed in the D-District.

Xu Qing looked at the little boy, watching the light outside its body resisting the blood intent emitted by the god's finger in the surroundings, and he suddenly understood.

"The Jin Gang Sect ancestor was wrong. The misfortune is not caused by the inability to bear the blessing of luck, but comes from a curse—a god's curse. Luck here is meant to suppress the curse."

"Therefore, successive wardens will be indirectly affected by the curse, resulting in misfortune."

"This is a cognitive curse. The method to break it is very simple: just see through all of this."

"So, you are the true warden here."

Xu Qing said softly.

The little boy nodded.

Xu Qing was silent. He walked to the prison cell door, lowered his head to look at the bamboo slip in his hand, crushed it with one grip, and scattered it on the ground.

This item was no longer needed. He intended to resign as the warden of Ding Yisaner. This place was eerie; even though he had seen through the cause and effect, he did not want to stay here any longer.

Thus, he withdrew his own Purple Moon and Poison Prohibition and pushed open the prison door.

The moment he stepped out, as the door closed, Xu Qing took a deep breath and frowned.

"It's a pity that the little boy cannot communicate, but it doesn't seem to have any malice toward me; it's more curiosity."

"Oh well, but the Ding Yisaner district only has fourteen prisoners; it's a bit too few."

Xu Qing pondered. He felt he should find a way to increase the number. With these thoughts, Xu Qing gradually walked away; he was going to see Kong Xianglong, who was imprisoned here.

And after Xu Qing left, everything in the Ding Yisaner district remained as usual.

The Cloud Beast was still chewing, the human woman was still coaxing the scarecrow to sleep, the millstone was still turning, the Danqing Clan's paintings had not disappeared, and the old man was inside, sighing.

"Why did such a terrifying guy come? He wakes up every day. When will it end? It's not right to warn him—he kills us when he wakes up. It's not right not to warn him—he can also wake up after analyzing things every time."

The head at the millstone screamed upon hearing this.

"I'm more annoyed than you! This guy was normal the first time he came, but he woke up after the second time. Since then, he wakes up every time he comes, and every time he wakes up, he stomps me to death. It never changes!"

"Am I that inviting to be stomped on? I've told him countless times not to stomp me. Damn it, I have to kill him. No, wait, the straw hat will kill him. He is destined to die!"

Amidst this clamor, the little boy's figure appeared at the prison cell door. It lowered its head to pick up the bamboo slips that had shattered into pieces on the ground, and after picking them up, it went to a hidden, imperceptible corner of the prison cell and threw the bamboo slips over.

There... was a pile of bamboo slip fragments.

Every fragment had handwriting on it, and it was all Xu Qing's handwriting.

And if one were to calculate carefully, one could find that the number of these bamboo slips was exactly one less than the number of days Xu Qing had come here to be on duty.

Perhaps tomorrow, another one would be added.

The little boy sighed, its body flickered and disappeared without a trace. When it appeared... it was already outside Ding Yisaner, appearing behind Xu Qing.

No one could see it, and Xu Qing could not see it either.

It followed silently, seemingly always following a promise to protect Xu Qing in the capital district until the big sister who was willing to be friends with it arrived.

This was the promise.

But it was a bit distressed because it discovered that this person it was supposed to protect had not needed its protection since the second day he arrived.

He had seen through everything in Ding Yisaner that very day, and he had also seen through everything about it. His misfortune was not resolved by it, but broken by himself.

Therefore, he would wake up every day, gain enlightenment, and kill here.

And because of the influence of the god and the suppression power of the Prison Department itself, he would forget every day.

Over and over again.

This was Ding Yisaner, and it was also the core of the Prison Department's power.

Misfortune, indeed, did not come from luck; it came from a curse—a god's curse.

No one could bear it; only forgetting could sever the cause and effect.

I don't know if the little newbie wrote it clearly. Why not do a data survey? If you understood, give me a monthly ticket.

I'll see how many monthly tickets there are tomorrow, and I'll know how many people understood.

If there aren't many, it means the little newbie's writing was a failure, and I might adjust it later to be more straightforward, clearer, and more detailed.

The little newbie is looking at you very seriously.