Longevity Ridge, is this a rainforest? Various plants grow wildly, impenetrable, lush and vigorous, and the air humidity is so intense it suffocates.

A large number of cultivators broke in, shadowy figures quickly disappearing into the dense forest, occasionally a plopping sound is heard from someone falling into the Earth Abyss.

The former Congling, many earth veins have collapsed, the entire Earth Realm has many Heavenly Pits, covered by dense vegetation, if not careful, one can easily fall into them.

Qin Ming and Tang Yushang followed the crowd and entered, slipping into the jungle.

The real raindrops drizzle, dyeing the leaves with bright green intention, ascension rain arises between heaven and earth, illuminating this wet world vividly.

"The spirit essence is frighteningly rich!" That’s Qin Ming’s first instinct.

Although the humid air in the rainforest is uncomfortable, the Tao rhythm, booming vitality, and ascension rain made him want to moan comfortably.

Suddenly, the liquid battle armor draped on Tang Yushang emitted an intermittent light, the jade mirror spoke: "Calamity of Being Lost... tribulation!"

The Five-Colored Treasure Fragment trembled slightly, no longer "demonic", instead it was fearful, saying: "There is a certain radiation causing my consciousness to blur, the path pattern is distorted, this is a disaster for us."

Qin Ming and Tang Yushang felt like falling into an ice cellar, moments ago they were confident that together they could defeat a Great Grandmaster, possessing strong competitiveness in this Longevity Ridge.

In an instant, the situation rapidly deteriorated.

The Five-Colored Treasure Fragment was restless, saying: "There is a mysterious array source here, radiating divine material, specifically targeting Heavenly Immortal level weapons."

It was intensely uneasy, its core path pattern distorted and blurred, causing its consciousness to be on the verge of being lost.

Special weaponry is mostly forged from exotic gold and Heavenly Immortal blood.

Don’t even talk about engraving arrays above; just the materials themselves are unimaginable, even though people of this era know how to refine, they cannot replicate it.

Because the conditions are not possessed, single Heavenly Immortal... cannot be found.

Even if old immortals are lingering, they are already decayed, their lifespan is near the end, and their blood long ceased to meet requirements.

The jade mirror has great origins, knowing much, saying: "This seems to be the legendary... Calamity of Being Lost, for weapons, it is a terrifying tribulation."

The ascension rain within heaven and earth is real; it can nourish weapon spirits, yet the mysterious radiation source causes the two special weapons to be horrified.

Tang Yushang hastily put away the jade mirror.

However, this was futile, unable to isolate, even the so-called storage bracelets were penetrated, failing to stop such terrifying corrosion.

In fact, the bracelets on Qin Ming and her were dimming, their internal path patterns extinguishing, the storage space on the brink of disappearing.

"Leave it all to me!" Qin Ming indicated to Tang Yushang, letting him manage the bracelets and weapons.

The Five-Colored Treasure Fragment suddenly remembered something, saying: "Yes, I want to go to prison, quickly put me inside."

Earlier it was full of resentful energy, now it actively requested to be confined within that sinister little black house.

In an instant, various artifacts on them were put away.

Qin Ming observed carefully and found Old Bu... damn steady, silently like an ancient well with no ripples.

After several fusions, the space within the broken cloth was large enough and could be divided into areas, thus preventing special weapons from investigating Qin Ming’s possessions.

For example, the jade mirror was ordered to obtain the memory crystal of Tang Yushang walking like a cat, destined to fail.

Meanwhile, Qin Ming took out the golden silk parasol, wanting to see if this weapon from another supreme system could resist the change here.

It immediately awakened, saying: "Calamity of Being Lost!"

Exceeding the expectations of Qin Ming and Tang Yushang, the golden silk parasol knew more than they imagined.

"I have some vague memories; I’ve been through this!" The golden silk parasol showed extreme solemnity, opening its canopy, facing the ascension rain, rotating in the night sky.

Concerned, Qin Ming asked: "Are you alright?"

The golden silk parasol responded: "Quite, I can withstand it; this is a weakened version of the Calamity of Being Lost, I have a certain resistance."

It vaguely recalled having transformed once, delved into the depths of Yewu World, encountering tribulations multiple times, one being the Calamity of Being Lost.

This is a specific artifact tribulation aimed at supreme treasures, even after transformation, erosion occurs.

Because the core path patterns of the supreme treasures during forging are carved into their life imprint, targeting the "soul texture" tribulation, essentially from the very source.

In some sense, the tribulation erases from the fundamental logic layer.

To overcome this tribulation requires the supreme treasure’s "soul" to completely evolve, transcend into something entirely different, break free from artifact rules, and grind out the initial core imprint.

In the special Earth Realm, ascension rain drifted by, the Calamity of Being Lost made Qin Ming and Tang Yushang somewhat uneasy, earlier confidence rapidly restrained.

They exchanged glances, sprinting towards the exit.

However, the initial path was engulfed in fog, the way back dissipated, only the rainforest was clear, bathed in the ascension rain, a lush green. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Tang Yushang’s cat ears twitched, saying: "Catch up to the God like Association, Wangsheng yong, and Strange Insect Alliance Saints, they must know the truth here."

Both seriously suspected the three supreme systems have cultivated in the "Forgotten Corner" for thousands of years; what they value most is likely this place, where the ultimate secret is concealed.

Qin Ming looked at the golden silk parasol in the night sky, concerned, asking: "Little Huang, are you alright?"