Chapter 1506

Being noticed by Night Moon is already enough to prove this place's importance.

"Then... could it be some other deity?" Yor asked after a moment's thought.

"Other deities... not entirely impossible." Lloyd slowly lifted his teacup, gazing at his clear reflection in the tea, "If that's truly the case, then shouldn't we rephrase the question—what kind of deity would warrant the attention of an Envoy-level powerhouse?"

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"At the end of the flower sea, the souls of the living will warm your fingertips. After embracing, comes eternal farewell." Xia Die smiled lightly, "Had I not met you at the world's end, I would have thought Tining's prophecy was mistaken."

"In the new world, the flower sea will surely bloom."

"Tining once said, fate is not the flower blooming at the road's end, but the path people tread themselves." Xia Die slowly closed her eyes, her body beginning to fade like Hai Se Yin.

"Thank you, Star Pavilion. My path... has reached its warm end. Please carry all beautiful visions forward, steadfast and unwavering, do not look back."

Xia Die vanished, leaving only Dan Heng and Star behind. The two shared a meaningful glance before pressing forward into the depths of the Great Tomb.

Along the way, Dan Heng scanned his surroundings, noticing traces of human craftsmanship: "This was once Moneita's altar... could the golden threads lead to the world's deepest secret?"

The two passed through a narrow cave; upon reaching its end and breaching a damaged wall, their vision suddenly opened to reveal a spacious chamber before them.

This place seemed long untouched, the room blanketed in dust and cobwebs, while on the distant mottled stone wall, an "∞"-shaped mural drew their gazes.

"This is..." Dan Heng wiped the dust from the wall, "Does this symbol resemble 'Wengfaluo Si'?"

Star was equally stunned: "I've never seen anything like this within the world..."

"It's natural. A world sealed within a scepter—how could one see their own appearance in outer space? Unless the mural didn't depict Wengfaluo Si's exterior... but those who saw this mural reshaped the world into its current form?"

A glint of sharpness flashed in Dan Heng's eyes: "Could that person be 'Zandal'?"

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Jujutsu Kaisen.

"Besides Zandal, it seems no one else could accomplish this?"

Yuji Itadori scratched the back of his head, unable to think of anyone besides Zandal capable of shaping the world's form. Aside from the scepter's administrator, this person must also possess Envoy-level strength.

Rikuto Kusakabe reminded: "But don't forget, Wengfaluo Si has seen three Envoy-level powerhouses—Zandal is one, Tumu is one, and Chang Ye is a later addition not counted. In other words, Wengfaluo Si once hosted an Envoy... a 'Memory' Envoy."

"Whatever, just forget it. Rather than pin hopes on that never-manifested, illusory Envoy of Emptiness, it's better to team up with Chang Ye to take down Zandal and Tumu." Kuroi Yun rested her hands behind her head, tone light, "Even if they once existed, it doesn't mean they still do. The Great Tomb beneath our feet is likely that Envoy's grave—he's probably already been taken down by Zandal."

"Hey hey, you haven't even heard Zandal mention this, and you're already passing death sentence on that Envoy?" Kinji Chou leaned lazily on the railing, "The more deliberately concealed, the more crucial it often is. If that Envoy were truly dead, Zandal wouldn't even bother mentioning it."

"So, you think that Envoy is still alive?"

Kinji Chou shrugged: "How would I know? But regardless of whether he's dead or alive, his current unwillingness to show himself likely means he wants to stay out of this."

"Staying out of the question is unlikely—if the Memory Envoy truly still lives, he would surely join this life-and-death struggle against 'Destruction'." Hikaru Nichisha said with a blank expression, "As Zandal said, Wengfaluo Si is a microcosm of the universe; the fate of the real cosmos might be foreshadowed here."

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"... No. His compromise actually reveals that the place where 'Night Moon' hides is the experiment's blind spot. Probably, even 'Zandal' doesn't know of this Great Tomb's existence, nor the secret buried within." Dan Heng speculated.

"Has his creation once again lost control?"

"We can't judge yet, but this is certainly not what he wishes to see. A secret even he cannot know must be extraordinarily special, or... extremely dangerous." Dan Heng said, "He harbors schemes, but in this lifetime, with the Golden Descendants offering unreserved aid, initiative remains with us."

"This forbidden ground, 'Zandal' cannot perceive it, Bai E's strike can only pierce the entrance, yet 'Night Moon' can wander freely within..." Dan Heng raised his head again to gaze at the mural, "Beyond 'Wisdom's' reach, beyond 'Destruction's' erasure... we must proceed with caution. What lies deep in the earth may well be Wengfaluo Si's final destiny—'Memory'."

The two took the elevator to the lowest level, and after passing through an ancient divine temple, vaguely discerned the dim realm hidden beneath the earth.

Endless mountains lay dormant in the gloom, boundless in sight, with clear artificial structures on both sides, resembling a reflection beneath Wengfaluo Si's waters.

"Are the distant building clusters merely buried data..."

Following the stone path downward, they could faintly see a vortex akin to the Eye of the Storm, silently spanning between the mountains and the structures.

"The vortex of 'Memory', bottomless and deep... behind this mist must lie 'Night Moon's' domain." Dan Heng turned to Star beside him, "Ready? Once we step in, there may be no turning back."

"San Yue, she must be waiting for our reunion. Let's go! Embark on 'Pioneering', and leave no one behind."

"..."

"Meanwhile, on the other side."

"This labyrinth is permeated with the aura of forgetting..."

Black Swan scanned her surroundings; before her stood a cold, lonely palace, faint light leaking from cracks above, yet only revealing a hint of biting chill.

Dannie too could not determine whether the chill came from the palace or the girl behind her—

"Your voice isn't like usual, curiosity left only three-tenths..."

Night Moon's lips curled into a smile as she elegantly stepped from behind the girl, "... the remaining seven-tenths are fear, lovely Rememberer."