Chapter 364

Chapter 364: Respect

The River of Time stretched endlessly. People traveled upward along the river but could not see its end.

However, the scenes were constantly changing.

As if based on one time node after another, the images from a certain time period were revealed to everyone’s eyes.

"Why do all this—those scenes—seem as if prearranged?" Ye Xu felt a flicker of strangeness, but only to that extent.

The River of Time existed only in legends; no one knew its true form.

"Why along the whole journey have we not seen Heaven’s Secret Pavilion?"

The one harboring doubts was not Ye Xu alone. Dao King frowned deeply and also felt a trace of peculiarity.

The birth of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion had changed the world’s structure.

If the River of Time was truly so remarkable, it should have included Heaven’s Secret Pavilion as well.

Yet, along the journey, not even a trace of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion was seen.

"Could it be that Heaven’s Secret Pavilion has surpassed the power of the River of Time, so it doesn’t get recorded?" Another question stirred in Dao King’s heart.

Pangu, Nuwa, the Heavenly Emperor, human ancestor—all were present within it.

But Heaven’s Secret Pavilion was absent.

Was Heaven’s Secret Pavilion truly that mighty?

"Look quickly, it seems someone is in the River of Time!" Suddenly, an Immortal King activated his divine eye, piercing through the mystery of time Symbols to glimpse the scene within the River of Time.

A youth in white leisurely wandered atop the River of Time, like strolling through a courtyard, collecting weapon after weapon and the remains of Chaotic Demon Gods within it.

"No wonder we saw no treasures all along the way; he gathered all of them up." Black-robed Immortal King glared coldly, eyes thick with envy.

But he knew his limits. Since that youth could roam freely on the River of Time, his strength surely matched the end of the Great Dao.

"Mad Daoist…" Ye Xu’s mouth twitched slightly. That Old madman truly had a one-track mind for gathering wealth, having barged into the River of Time to harvest corpses and weapons of Chaotic Demon Gods.

For powerful beings of the Three Yuan Proof, they could bathe in the River of Time.

After all, achieving the Three Yuan Proof meant being invincible in the past, present, and future. Unless transcendents took action, it would be hard to erase them completely.

"It’s him!" Bai Muyue’s beautiful eyes narrowed sharply, filled with hatred.

Mad Daoist was the one who had raided the Temple of Ten Thousand Paths and injured her; she would never forget.

"Teacher, it seems an accident has occurred." Han Daokong strolled alongside Green Lotus Demon Emperor as they approached. When Han Daokong saw Mad Daoist in the River of Time, his expression instantly shifted greatly, overwhelmed with shock.

Green Lotus Demon Emperor’s face contorted. "That old bastard!"

He had long heard of Mad Daoist’s reputation and even had dealings with him, but it never crossed his mind that Mad Daoist, so consumed by cultivation, would show up here.

Those remains of Chaotic Demon Gods were nourishment for the River of Time and crucial for their revival.

With the corpses taken away, how could the souls be settled? How could they ever come back to life?

Yet Mad Daoist was a top-tier powerhouse; even the most supreme Chaotic Demon God couldn’t suppress him.

"Teacher, what should we do now?" Han Daokong said solemnly.

People only knew that Burial Soil was eerie and horrifying, yet almost none knew its origin.

But Han Daokong understood that the origin of Burial Soil was the Chaotic Demon Gods, precisely this Void Tomb.

The entire Burial Soil was condensed from the will of the Chaotic Demon Gods.

They had waited for tens of millions of years, plotting to make a comeback.

"No matter." The Green Lotus Demon Emperor’s eyes were sinister, "The corpses of Chaotic Demon Gods that Mad Daoist took away were weak and fragile from the start. As long as The Honored One could be revived, we would become one pole of the universe and hold our ground."

Han Daokong was inwardly stirred.

The Honored One was a top Chaotic Demon God whose might rivaled Pan Gu’s before heaven and earth had formed.

Through the endless time, He still had not truly perished.

"Hehe…"

Mad Daoist walked in the river; nothing could escape his grasp, "After finishing this trip, how many treasures could I gather? Could I buy the method of transcendence I desired?"

Mad Daoist gazed into the deeper depths of the River of Time.

He could sense that more important treasures were hidden within.

Splash! Splash!

The River of Time rippled, and images manifested one after another.

They were scenes of the present.

This sight drove everyone wild with madness.

Mad Daoist couldn’t be bothered; the nature of the River of Time was clear as crystal in his mind.

But he was not the human ancestor.

He had never wasted his time over the lives and deaths of ants.

Mad Daoist walked into the deepest part.

One after another, images of the future appeared before him, dazzling his vision.

In the images, he saw the Immortal Realm collapsing, the human ancestor besieged by countless individuals, meeting an untimely death.

Finally, one image caught his attention.

He was suppressed by the Emperor and slowly obliterated.

"Interesting."

Mad Daoist’s face was calm, his laughter chilling; he stared into the deep abyss of the River of Time, where it was pitch-dark.

"You want to tell me this is my future?"

He seemed to speak to the air.

"Yes."

A psychic ripple emanated from the deepest part of the River of Time, intertwined with Mad Daoist’s consciousness, transforming into an ancient tongue.

That was a language unique to the Chaotic Demon Gods.

Mad Daoist understood it.

“Daoist friend, I can help you face this tribulation.” The voice, melodious as celestial music, echoed once more in Mad Daoist’s mind.

“Chuckle, chuckle, chuckle…”

Mad Daoist’s laughter carried profound meaning. “You’ve barely clung to life until now, unable to attain rebirth yourself. How can you help me face a tribulation?”

“Are you stronger than me?”

With that question, the heavens and earth fell silent.

The words seemed to have stumped the speaker.

“The Chaotic Demon Gods… have already been rendered obsolete.” Mad Daoist cackled sinisterly. “However, you still possess merits worth studying.”

His eyes burned with fervent, insatiable curiosity.

“Daoist friend, with the strength of only myself, naturally I cannot aid you in facing the tribulation.” The voice drifted once again, ethereal and distant. “But I am not alone.”

“Not alone?”

Mad Daoist stirred his magical energy, opening his Purple Palace to reveal rows upon rows of Chaotic Demon God corpses.

“You mean… them?”

Silence fell once more upon the other end.

“Not just them.”

After another brief pause, the voice came again.

“Oh…” Mad Daoist withdrew his aura, a spark of genuine interest appearing. “Then speak plainly. Who exactly else is there?”

“A friend… from another universe.”

The words drifted across after several breaths.

Mad Daoist visibly trembled.

His pupils constricted, his expression turning grave. “Explain clearly.”

“Through the creation of the heavens and the earth, the slaughter of the Three Thousand Chaotic Demon Gods, Pan attained great virtue and ascended beyond.” The voice seethed with boundless resentment and rage, undimmed by the passage of tens of millions of years.

“My brothers and sisters refused to accept this. Their obsessions evolved into the Void Tomb.”

“Yet, who could have foreseen that the combined power of the Three Thousand Chaotic Demon Gods could coalesce… shattering the cosmic barriers… allowing a brief connection to another universe?”

Swish!

Mad Daoist’s eyes blazed, burning with excitement.

Recently, the Everlasting City of Desolation emerging into the world had already been confirmed as a civilization from another universe.

And now another?

How thrilling!

Mad Daoist’s smile was suddenly innocent, almost joyful.

“How do I reach this other universe?”