Chapter 1170

Chapter 1170: Two Hundred and Fifty

The most crucial chains on the star-like runic sphere were unlocked.

As if triggered by a chain reaction, the outermost layer of runes on the sphere began to peel away slowly.

This transformed into a force that Xu Fan perceived as a release, merging into his spirit.

Soon, Xu Fan in the spirit space returned to his former state.

“Grape, how much Xuanhuang aura have I used up?” Xu Fan inquired.

“Eleven thousand crystals of Xuanhuang aura. Based on your current speed of unlocking the system, the remaining Xuanhuang aura is only sufficient to unlock one more layer,” Grape responded.

Xu Fan gazed at the star-like runic sphere, noticing that the outermost runes had now morphed into a type he didn’t recognize.

“Damn it, this system has turned into some kind of unlocking game.”

At that moment, a faint aura of a Great Luo Saint emanated from Xu Fan, as if he had already set foot on the shore of the River of Time.

“If I unlock one more layer, I should be able to fully enter the realm of a Great Luo Saint.”

“But I still can’t see the end of these system runes,” Xu Fan said, feeling a bit exasperated.

“Grape, infuse me with some Xuanhuang aura. I aim to fully become a Great Luo Saint before we reach the Da Zhou Celestial Dynasty.”

“Understood, Master.”

Meanwhile, in a distant star region.

The Tianbei Saint’s rage extended across tens of light spheres around him.

The space in this star region had shattered and reformed dozens of times.

“I can’t believe I was intimidated by the Future Self of a Great Luo Saint!”

“Though that gaze was indeed terrifying, it was merely a projection from the future; it cannot fully manifest in the Three Thousand Realms.”

“No, the cause and effect have already been set. I must resolve this before Xu Fan grows; otherwise, I’ll be left lingering in the outer realms.” The Tianbei Saint’s eyes gleamed with endless killing intent.

Fifteen years later, while journeying through the star region towards Hidden Spirit Island, a River of Time suddenly appeared, seemingly capable of engulfing the entire Immortal Realm.

In that River of Time stood a towering giant, with the water reaching only to his waist.

The giant was indescribable; different cultivators perceived him in various forms.

At that moment, the giant in the River of Time began to move slowly.

The water of the River of Time surged wildly.

Waves crashed against the giant, much like seawater pounding against rocks.

In an instant—or perhaps a timeless moment—it seemed there was no definition of time around that towering giant.

As the giant gently lifted one foot, the entire River of Time began to boil like bubbling water.

At that moment, the lifted foot seemed to be grasped by countless invisible hands, attempting to pull him back into the River of Time.

But all this was futile; the giant appeared unaffected by the pulling force on his leg as he directly stepped onto the shore of the River of Time.

Then, he lifted the other foot.

At this moment, the waters of the River of Time transformed into several ethereal figures.

The towering giant looked at the phantoms formed by his own causal power.

Among these figures were members of the Dragon Race and the Golden Winged Roc Clan.

Lastly, there were the two Sages who had a feud with Xu Fan.

From the phantoms, it was evident that they were the Supreme Light God and the Tianbei Saint, who had recently become adversaries of Xu Fan.

The remaining figures were a mix of familiar and unfamiliar faces to Xu Fan.

They encircled the towering giant, using their causal power to prevent him from stepping forward with his other foot.

At that moment, two phantoms appeared behind the towering giant.

One exuded the aura of a Golden Immortal, unafraid of the surrounding Sage phantoms.

The other was just a faint silhouette, barely recognizable as Xu Fan.

In that faint outline, a pair of eyes appeared, and with a mere glance, they shattered the surrounding phantoms.

The towering giant effortlessly placed his other foot on the shore.

Instantly, countless eyes appeared in the River of Time, seemingly observing the giant or the power hidden behind him.

The River of Time, capable of engulfing the entire Immortal Realm, vanished, and the towering giant hovered mid-air before gradually shrinking, finally transforming into Xu Fan’s form.

“Finally, I’ve reached the Great Luo Saint level; it wasn’t easy,” Xu Fan sighed in relief.

As he used the Xuanhuang aura to analyze the outer runes, a rune was misread, triggering a chain reaction.

The entire system’s runic sphere began to crumble slowly.

Initially, Xu Fan thought this was beneficial, but when a crack appeared on the runic sphere, a profound fear overwhelmed him.

This fear was more intense than the decline of a celestial being he had known.

A mysterious power, unlike anything in the Three Thousand Realms, sought to dismantle the runic sphere and seize the system’s core.

Xu Fan sensed that if the system within him was truly taken away, his existence might be altered by the Heavenly Way’s Will and the River of Time of the Three Thousand Realms, reverting him to his destined fate.

Thus, the decoder turned rescuer; he channeled all the Xuanhuang aura into his body and began repairing the system’s runic sphere.

As he worked to save the runic sphere, Xu Fan rarely showed signs of stress.

The vast Xuanhuang aura propelled Xu Fan to a peak state.

The usually cryptic outer runes of the system suddenly seemed straightforward to Xu Fan.

However, as he delved deeper, the runes grew more complex.

Just as the Xuanhuang aura was nearly depleted, Xu Fan finally managed to reconnect the broken rune.

The deeper cracks began to slowly mend.

At this moment, after successfully rescuing the system’s runic sphere, Xu Fan felt a wave of excitement; he had inadvertently glimpsed the system’s core during the rescue.

Though it was just a glance, Xu Fan sensed the existence of the system’s essence.

With that insight into the system’s essence, Xu Fan felt that deciphering the system runes would now proceed much faster.

Originally, Xu Fan looked at the recombining runes, savoring the moment.

But as the system’s runic sphere neared completion, Xu Fan’s expression gradually changed.

He discovered that the system had patched itself.

Now, the outer runes were at least several times more complex than before.

“Does it have no conscience? We might coexist, but I saved you, so you can’t give me nothing in return,” Xu Fan said angrily, feeling wronged after saving someone.

The system’s runic sphere seemed to have heard Xu Fan’s plea, as the outermost runes began to peel away slowly.

Suddenly, it felt as if some boundary had opened, and Xu Fan sensed that the River of Time was slipping from his control.

Thus, he summoned the River of Time to break free and become a person on the shore.

Xu Fan sensed the changes after becoming a Great Luo Saint, his gaze returning to its usual laziness.

“Grape, how much Xuanhuang aura is left in the treasury?” Based on Xu Fan’s estimation, there should still be less than 10,000 Xuanhuang aura in the treasury.

“250 crystals!”