YM778.TV Chapter 857: The past, future, and present are all shrouded, buried in the dark ages
Chapter 857: The past, future, and present are all shrouded, buried in the dark ages
“This must be the place,” Gu Changge concluded. He had already marked the location using the Time-Space Monument before the energy vanished.
Buzz!
Gu Changge stepped ahead, transforming into a ray of light and racing towards the river of time. His immense energy shot into the sky and vanished like a shooting star.
The grand illusion of the time river faded away as if it had never been there.
In today’s Upper Realm, your majesty’s power will only grow more mysterious with such free travels.
Xiao Ruoyin mused, watching Gu Changge disappear. She spoke with a mix of emotions.
Gu Changge’s ambitions had remained unchanged over time. Since the Forbidden Era, he roamed as a demon lord, struck down the original world as a heaven-slayer, and now, as an immortal, he reigned supreme in the heavens.
His plans were unfolding smoothly, step by step.The reshaping of the Mountain and Sea World will surely draw the other Realms’ attention…
There’s plenty of time before the world’s calamity strikes to elevate this body to the next level.
The other two ancient ancestors must be plotting, just like me.
The original world, positioned high above, was the birthplace of all universes and realms in the heavens. As long as its source remained, the celestial world could be destroyed and reborn endlessly without consequence.
The three true ancestors were the foundation of everything in the original world. Immortal and beyond comprehension, they existed at a level unimaginable to all beings.
In the time river, blue waves rippled peacefully, covering every corner of the sky like a vast net. This immortal place was shrouded in chaotic mist under a bright moon that hung at the horizon.
Each wave here symbolized an era, its rise and fall, decay and renewal, destruction and rebirth.
Gu Changge walked through this river, enshrouded in mist, his true face hidden. His past, present, and future were veiled in this thick fog, untouched by cause and effect in the river of time. This was a power beyond description.
From this point in the time river, one could see deep and dark abysses filled with chaos, where the order was shattered and the Dao-building expert cut like a knife. Terrifying energies intertwined, threatening to destroy souls and spirits.
Crossing this dark chasm led to the taboo era, where the Time-Space Monument’s coordinates pointed to a universe of vast chaos, laytime and space buried before time itself.
Even beings beyond the Immortal King could not find a foothold here, as the cosmos had erased all traces. Like a drop in the ocean, indistinguishable and impossible to navigate.
Gigantic waves crashed into the dark sky, where an ancient, weathered bronze boat sailed through the darkness. This place was more than just a river of time; it was an endless black sea devoid of light and enveloped in fog.
Aboard the boat, Chan Hongyi and Tao Yao struggled against the chaotic aura, feeling deeply exhausted. Every part of them, from mind to mana, was weary.
Their journey against time’s flow back to the past defied nature. Protected by the Fateful Immortal Boat, they felt like they’d traveled for thousands of years in this dark sea, losing touch with the river of time.
The passage of actual years remained a mystery. Day after day, Tao Yao and Chan Hongyi searched endlessly, trapped in an unceasing loop.
“Perhaps we are destined to be lost in these ancient, dark years, never finding our way.”
Tao Yao said with a light smile. Even in these circumstances, her beauty was striking, adding a touch of elegance to her somber surroundings.
She felt as though she had aged thousands of years, her once vibrant aura now dimmed, covered by a faint glow, no longer as lively and captivating. This was the true terror of exile, the unrelenting weariness from endless searching and losing one’s way. It had the power to erode even the strongest of spirits.
“What does it matter if we’re buried here?” countered Chan Hongyi, her voice soft yet determined.
I’ve come too far to give up now. Even if I end up trapped, my body and spirit destroyed, I’ll still seek those coordinates.
But her resistance seemed as insignificant as a grain of millet in the sea amidst the fragments of broken ancient universes and eras swirling around them. It was a boundless, timeless space, so vast that identifying the age was impossible.
Then, suddenly…
Click!
A startling clap of thunder struck, accompanied by a blinding light. The dark fog that enveloped the distance began to churn violently, with dark rays piercing as if tearing it apart.
The already tumultuous sea became even more chaotic, with towering waves reaching skyward, threatening to engulf everything in their path. Against such a formidable scene, any living creature would appear as insignificant as an ant.
The Fateful Immortal Boat trembled violently, seemingly unable to withstand the sudden surge of chaotic energy, on the verge of being capsized by the massive waves.
Why has the river of time become so turbulent? Could it be that our crossing has been detected by an entity at time’s far end, prompting them to restore order… perhaps even to bury and exile us here?
Tao Yao, dressed in pristine white, speculated with a frown. She extended her long sleeves, attempting to calm the turbulent energies.
However, her effort seemed to break the last vestige of tranquility. The area erupted in chaos; fragments flew, waves engulfed everything, and the ancient bronze boat capsized.
Vast swathes of the universe were punctured by black, terrifying lightning. The time river surged wildly, and the fabric of time itself seemed to tear apart.
Tao Yao couldn’t maintain her stance; her dress quickly scorched black as she was struck by dense, formidable lightning, causing her to cough up blood.
Perhaps we have been noticed.
Chan Hongyi murmured, observing the dark, shattered seascape. Among the chaos, fragments of ancient eras flew about, each representing a different past period, etched by time.
After a moment of silence, Tao Yao declared, “Regardless of the cause, it’s time to make a decision. I’ve come too far to turn back now.”
Chan Hongyi’s resolve was firm. She stepped off the Fateful Immortal Boat, braving the onslaught of real thunder, which enveloped her like a dark sea. She sought the fragments of shattered eras, hoping to sense a familiar presence among them.
“It looks like we can only hope for the best.”
Tao Yao remarked, following Chan Hongyi. Her figure quickly disappeared into the tumultuous and chaotic black maelstrom, soon engulfed utterly.