Chapter 1136 - 219: The Giant Guarding the River of Time

Chaotic Yellow World.

This is the most famous residence of the Treasure Hunting Rat clan among the All Heavens.

Chaotic Yellow Immortal Venerable exudes a faint yellow radiance, sitting cross-legged, suddenly opens his eyes:

"The Time Ancient Tomb has already been opened, your opportunities as Immortal Venerates lie within."

"The prehistoric Immortal Venerates, they wield the authority over heaven and earth, proving the ultimate tao that persists eternally, immortal amid tribulations."

"They exist in all times and spaces—past, present, and future—eternally free in great comfort."

"They lived in the past, intercepted in a prison called ['Prehistoric'], subdued before the River of Time shattered."

"They eternally survive in the past."

"They are not dead now, merely transformed, existing in every corner around us."

Below, each disciple of True Immortal Perfection is exceedingly excited.

The prehistoric three Great Immortal Venerates are not dead, never were dead.

Their lives are simply divided into two phases.

Prehistoric: Possessing self, omnipresent.

Present world: Losing self, omnipresent.

The Time Ancient Tomb is special.

The Time Immortal Venerate wields the power to traverse the timeline; even now, as the River of Time scatters, a vestige of ancient might still remains.

They can climb through the 'Ancient Tomb' to the prehistoric era—a multi-dimensional mythical period ruled by three Celestial Venerates.

In the eyes of cultivators from that prehistoric civilization, they are like cultivators climbing out of the Time Ancient Tomb from the Otherworld.

"Prehistoric is different; their rules are unfathomable to people of the present world."

"Their graves do not bury people of the past, for they possess the power to traverse time; none of the past cultivators were actually dead."

"Thus, their graves all bury... 'ancients' who die in the future."

"And we, in their view from the End of Dharma Era, will crawl out of the graves and witness that grand era briefly."

Chaotic Yellow Immortal Venerable appears calm.

This is the truth of the Immortal Vein Domain, why so many vie for it.

Before eyes evoke celestial phenomena, the projection of the Time Ancient Tomb appears, enabling brief passage to the prehistoric.

Meanwhile, people of the Immortal Realm have always guarded the entrance to the Time Ancient Tomb itself, enabling periodic passage to discuss tao with prehistoric friends?

How can the cultivators of the Netherworld tolerate this?

Yet, under usual circumstances, the River of Time has been forcibly scattered, blocked by a Great Wall, repudiating all stowaways... ordinarily, the two sides are entirely severed.

"I want to discuss tao with the prehistoric Immortal Venerate friends."

Chaotic Yellow Immortal Venerable smiles, looking at his disciples, "Act on your own, do not lose face for your teacher."

"If you can receive some guidance from Immortal Venerates, immediately apprentice under them; it is your chance to become an Immortal Venerate."

Though eras drastically change, laws diverge, past and future Immortal Venerates, combat power is not on the same level.

But this is an anomaly caused by the environment.

Even those powerful Immortal Venerates of the past coming to the present world will only be worse, even directly transforming.

Thus, the River of Time is divided into two segments; whether prehistoric or latter-day Immortal Venerates hold theoretically equivalent status.

They occasionally seize the opportunity when this timeline opens, traversing to discuss tao with prehistoric friends.

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Refining Cauldron Immortal Domain.

Refining Cauldron Immortal Venerate opens his eyes, showing a hint of a smile: "I shall go as Jiumu Qing, to the prehistoric, seeking to discuss tao with my master."

Although his master died in the present, he eternally resides... in the prehistoric!

"I am truly the strongest disciple of my master." Her eyes reveal a hint of smile, looking at the surrounding disciples, "Upon arriving on the other side, continue to wage war, keep fighting them; mainly strike at the disciples of Nether Cauldron Immortal Venerate, make sure to beat them dead in the prehistoric."

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

...

On the other side.

Bottle-Storage Immortal Venerate, leading the Xian Xichen and fellow Treasure Bottle Civilization tribesmen, in the final exhortations and reminders.

"Entering prehistoric is still the prehistoric battlefield! Combat there will be even fiercer!"

"The era we are entering is the ultimate era of warfare among three Immortal Venerates and a mysteriously rising Immortal Venerate, Xian."

"Be careful, where True Immortals fall everywhere, the tao breaks, a Twilight of Gods; it is the decisive battle period when the River of Time breaks, an endless field of fallen Great Power opportunities... yet the risks are extremely high."

Xin Xichen and others upon hearing this, feel this scene too magical, too mythical!

While fighting between the Immortal Realm and Nether Realm, they actually return to prehistoric to continue mutual attacks there?

"Is it possible the previous Holy Wars of All Realms were like this?" Xin Xichen couldn't help asking.

"Exactly so."

Bottle-Storage Immortal Venerate calmly said: "Do not underestimate the means of Immortal Venerates, their power is forever beyond your imagining, but also no need to be overly anxious, it's essentially the Immortal Realm and Nether Realm changing the battlefield, continuing mutual attacks!"

"Changing the battlefield is better; our current All Heavens and Myriad Realms cannot withstand the ravages of this great war anymore! Better to go to beyond the sky... the prehistoric era's battlefield, to fight to a conclusive victory."

Alright then.

Xin Xichen and others fell silent for a moment.

In Nine-State, to prevent the destruction of cities by combat, and be sure not to destroy Nine-State, Self-Transformation Realm would go to Sea Domain to fight.

These wars of All Realms going to "beyond the sky" for combat seem quite normal too.

Bottle-Storage Immortal Venerate reveals a hint of gravity, "This change, we must go to prehistoric, seeking aid from masters."

He, Bottle-Storage Immortal Venerate, was once a True Immortal Great Perfection.

During the previous Holy War of All Realms, entered the temporarily opened Time Ancient Tomb, ultimately gaining favor from a prehistoric Great Power, obtained vast Immortal Fate, thus breaking through to Immortal Venerate!

There are quite a few cultivators like him.

Now being cornered, he can only seek his master's aid.

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Boom!

On Fried Fish Lady's battlefield, it is precisely one of the entrance points to the Time Ancient Tomb opening.

"It's flipped, must be flipped!"

"We are going to die."

The Immortal Ship seems about to capsize from the giant waves, but is gradually swept into the Time Ancient Tomb, becoming the first batch of cultivators to enter the Secret Realm of ages.

Boom!

Upon entering the Time Ancient Tomb, they actually see an overwhelming River of Time rolling, surging, flowing.

They witness a mythically unforgettable spectacle!

The River of Time flows eternally, yet in the middle, a Giant severed it with a Long Halberd, cleaving the mighty River of Time.

The cleaving with the Long Halberd scatters countless timelines like spattered rain, leaving only a slender thread-like timeline escaping, trailing along the dried riverbed, still able to flow into the future...

This only remaining thread of timeline is now this Time Ancient Tomb, also symbolizing the future's present world...

Meanwhile, Fried Fish Lady's batch of stowaways aboard the Ark are precisely on this thread of timeline, wandering into the prehistoric through this segmented giant river fork.

"No idle persons allowed."

That Giant holding the Long Halberd cleaves the River of Time, sitting cross-legged on Great Wall Pass, blocking any ascending attempts to enter the prehistoric for cultivators.

The place he occupies seems to be [now], as if desiring to separate past and future, segregating eras.

Time halves, space shatters, life intercepts, he sits amid the chaotic Hongmeng place, standing at [now] within the time interception, toweringly erect, Long Halberd in hand, eyes closed in meditation.

It seems anyone trying to traverse this Time Giant Pass-phase will face a strike from him.

"Xian, it is Xian."

Someone suddenly exclaims in shock.