Chapter 631 - 32: A Vessel Holding Four Rivers, a Mouth Devouring Eight Wilds

Chapter 631: Chapter 32: A Vessel Holding Four Rivers, a Mouth Devouring Eight Wilds

"What do you want to do!?"

This time it was the Ancient God who raised his head to look up at the sky, gazing at that gigantic face beyond the heavens.

The Ancient God, who had always appeared calm and composed, for the first time showed a look of surprise.

Just as Li Boyang had said before, the Ancient God realized the moment the opponent entered this realm that he no longer stood any chance of victory.

All his subsequent actions were merely to probe Li Boyang’s true strength.

After all, all Pathfinders know that rewriting "origin" and "destination" is never something that can be achieved in one go.

As long as he could gather enough information to prepare for the next intervention in time and space, then it would not be a loss.

This is the fundamental reason why the Ancient God dared to offend Li Boyang, the Tao Ancestor.

Because he was different from other Pathfinders.

He was a concept from the past, the most primordial Divine Spirit.

If Li Boyang really dared to annihilate him, it would mean forcibly changing the direction of the river of history, causing the entire world to undergo earth-shattering changes.

As for merely erasing his will, returning him to a conceptual form?

To be honest, that is the normal course of the river of history.

As long as the Ancient God cannot rewrite his destiny, his position in the river of history is just that of a conceptual God.

One path is slow death, while the other is fighting desperately.

I believe any ordinary person with normal intelligence would know which to choose.

However, Li Boyang’s actions now greatly exceeded the Ancient God’s expectations.

"Haven’t you already guessed?"

The gigantic face bore a faint smile, Li Boyang’s voice sounded exceptionally gentle.

But even such a gentle voice, when it passed through the world’s barriers into this realm, still stirred up a tempestuous storm.

Whether it was due to the reflection of the firelight or Li Boyang’s own strikingly red skin...

The Ancient God gazed at the one whom everyone revered as the "Tao Ancestor" as if watching a scarlet Demon King playing with the world like a glass ball.

"You’ve set up for so long to create this almost boundless water world."

"To destroy it just like this would be somewhat wasteful, wouldn’t it?"

The Ancient God instantly grasped the implication of Li Boyang’s words and was utterly stunned.

"You want to seize my Great Dao?"

"No, you intend to imprint this world into the river of history, increasing the difficulty of my rewriting destiny!?"

This world is the evolution of the Ancient God’s Great Dao.

Not to mention that seizing it is an astonishing act.

If Li Boyang could really seize and preserve his Great Dao, it would indeed increase the difficulty of the Ancient God’s rewriting destiny.

By that time, the Ancient God would have to rewrite not only his destiny as a conceptual God.

But also return to this time node to rewrite the fate of this world falling into Li Boyang’s hands.

More importantly, the Ancient God already had a foreboding feeling.

If Li Boyang were to use this world in an even more absurd way, his difficulty in rewriting destiny would further escalate.

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Meanwhile, in the Six Desire Heavens.

Under the feet of the Queen Mother of the West, the four dragons who dared to challenge her earlier were now battered and bruised, expressing their submission.

So after simply recording their names.

The Queen Mother of the West no longer concerned herself with them, instead raising her gaze to the height of the river of time.

Then the Queen Mother of the West noticed that the gazes originally focused on her had also turned away.

Those Pathfinders who came across time and space, no matter what their original purpose was, were now staring at Li Boyang in horror.

Or more precisely, they were looking at the Sun and Moon Pot slowly taking shape in the Eight Trigrams Furnace.

Adhering to Li Boyang’s consistent aesthetic, the entire pot exhibited a bronze hue, with extremely complex Space-Time Talismans carved around the spout.

The belly of the pot faintly flickered with starmaps, perfectly showcasing the brilliance of forty-eight thousand stars.

And at the bottom of this Sun and Moon Pot, the large characters "The pot contains the four seas, the mouth swallows the Eight Desolates" were inscribed.

Roar!

The moment the Sun and Moon Pot took shape, the Pathfinders clearly heard the roars and growls emanating from within the pot.

Soon after, the entire river of time stirred up waves.

This wave originated from the source of the river of time, showing signs of overturning the entire river of history.

This scene was so exaggerated that even the Pathfinders who were mentally prepared were each shocked, jaws agape.

"It seems a God indeed seeks to become a Pathfinder."

"However, this God is far more ’ancient’ than I imagined."

Gazing far up the river of time, the Queen Mother of the West could see nothing but endless waves.

This meant that the era in which that God lived was too far from the present, so distant that even with the abilities of the Queen Mother of the West, she could not glimpse its true form.

If the Queen Mother of the West couldn’t, the other Pathfinders certainly couldn’t either.

Currently, the only ones who could know about the Ancient God, aside from Li Boyang, were probably those few Pathfinders closer to his era.

But those Pathfinders all came from the river of history, each also trapped by their destiny.

So rather than investigate the identity of the Ancient God.

They were more eager to seize the opportunity presented by the time river’s turbulence to break free of their destiny.

This is not an impossible task, especially when their strength, status, and rank are all inferior to that of the Ancient God.

This time river’s turbulence is absolutely a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

"Unfortunately, that Tao Ancestor surely won’t allow the upstream of the time river to be rewritten."

In some ancient era of the Gods, a goddess who drove the Taiyang couldn’t help but sigh.

And on her shoulder, a newly hatched little Golden Crow tilted its head, looking at its older sister with an expression of confusion.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, seeing you like this makes it hard to imagine you’ll someday dominate an era."

Noticing the little Golden Crow’s gaze, Xi He lovingly stroked its head.

"If only our birth had been a little later, or if that Tao Ancestor could have descended a bit earlier..."

"Setting their time as the ’now’, thoroughly trapping us in the river of history, truly the Tao Ancestor’s actions are overwhelmingly domineering."

"Those of us in the past struggle to rewrite destiny, while future Pathfinders wrestle with tracing back to the origin."

"Only the era in which the Tao Ancestor lives is the fateful era that Pathfinders dream of."

"Being born in that era doesn’t trap one in the mire of history, provides an infinite future and the biased care of the Tao Ancestor, truly it’s magnificent!"

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