Chapter 1508 - 813: River of Time (Double Chapter) (Part 2)

The female crown had somehow already stretched out her hand, gently lifting her fingertips upward towards a certain spot in front of her.

In the next moment,

Dragon Dao Adept's pupils suddenly constricted.

The thousand-zhang chaotic giant wave that was about to completely engulf the Immortal Palace... actually stopped without any warning just a few feet away from the palace's foundation!

No, it didn't stop.

It... retreated!

The overpowering giant wave, defying all logic, began to retreat slowly at a steady pace; the turbulent foam at the wave crest coalesced back into a smooth water surface; countless dream debris and shattered buildings that had been swept up flew back along their original trajectories, meticulously returning to their original positions and sinking into the concave seawater, even the massive dragon snout closed, ultimately returning to silence.

Chen Yi, who was about to strike, stopped instantly, astonished as if an invisible hand had pressed the rewind button.

It wasn't just the giant wave.

Even Zhan Yuezi's majestic golden body that was about to fiercely throw out the Burning World Buddhist Fire maintained its forward-charging posture and retreated backwards in a comical and bizarre manner.

Dragon Dao Adept and Zhan Yuezi's minds were violently shaken; that sight of time reversing was absolutely not caused by Illusion Technique. Such divine skills that directly manipulate the trajectory of time had only been demonstrated by their mentor during their long cultivation journey.

However, that was once a being who briefly stood shoulder to shoulder with the "True Heavenly People".

The Taihua Mountain female crown in front of them was naturally far from being as profoundly unfathomable as their mentor, but this divine skill of shifting stars and altering lodgings was undeniably real. Even with a limited scope and apparent crudeness, it was a celestial ability. Had she obtained some astounding legacy, or was she holding some kind of ancient treasure?

The two exchanged a glance in mid-air, without need for words, as their centuries of camaraderie as senior and junior brothers allowed the same thought to form instantly.

"Delay!" "Wait for the mentor to arrive!"

Almost at the same moment, two divine sense whispers exploded in each other's minds.

The next instant, their figures moved abruptly, unexpectedly abandoning the elusive Yin Weiyin in front of the distant Immortal Palace and instead transforming into two bolts of lightning, directly charging at the still-injured Chen Yi.

The soft persimmon is picked for squeezing; this Sword Child is indeed odd, but ultimately suffered a strike from Dragon Power and Zhan Yuezi's blade, rendering him weak at present. As long as they capture or severely injure him, they can surely restrain the enigmatic female crown and disrupt her rhythm.

Beside Dragon Dao Adept, the peach branch reappeared, sealing off Chen Yi's space to dodge left or right, while Zhan Yuezi was simply crude and direct, the Golden Arhat pounced, fists dense with Sanskrit inscriptions, with unmatched ferocity, heading straight for Chen Yi's center!

Chen Yi's heart tightened, Hou Kang Sword raised to his chest, Sword Intent coalescing once more.

At this critical juncture,

in front of the Immortal Palace, the female crown's indifferent gaze once again fell upon that River of Time only she could see.

The river waters mirrored the imminent scene of Chen Yi being surrounded, as well as earlier fragments... Zhan Yuezi's blade strike fell, Dragon Power surged, she clutched the Bright Hall's glory...

Her fingertips rose once more.

A push.

No extravagant phenomena.

Yet the scene before Chen Yi's eyes abruptly rewound again!

Dragon Dao Adept and Zhan Yuezi who had surrounded him retreated once more.

Chen Yi looked down in shock, discovering the terrifying wound from his left shoulder to his chest, so deep the bone was visible, was healing at a speed discernible to the naked eye.

Time continued reversing.

Zhan Yuezi maintained a punching posture, but his entire body grew further and further from Chen Yi, returning to the earlier preparatory motion of hurling the King Yan's head and Buddhist Fire was spraying out. Meanwhile, the fierce murderous intent on Dragon Dao Adept's face swiftly faded, reverting to suspicion then to gloom, his mouth chanting backward the syllables of the spell invoking Dragon Power, his voice flowing bizarrely in reverse, while the dragon head far away, its wide-open huge maw gradually closing, regained the Dragon Power it had spewed inch by inch...

In the end, the scene returned to an earlier point.

Zhan Yuezi's figure astonishingly transformed into a stream of light, swiftly flying backward towards the horizon! During the backward flight, he laboriously twisted his head, glaring fiercely at Chen Yi, disgruntlement boiling in his gaze, extreme rage, yet his figure continued shrinking uncontrollably, rapidly departing.

A string of voices sounded beside Chen Yi's ear,

"? Where's the ancestor to ask front where dare, child back old return."

As for Dragon Dao Adept, standing several feet away from Chen Yi, his figure was illusory, his expression respectful and courteous,

he lowered his hands, the murderous intent had completely dissipated, and even gave a stiff... bow to Chen Yi.

"Rejuvenation, may I ask which ancestor you might be?"

Time was rewound directly by Yin Weiyin to the moment when the Dragon Dao Adept made a polite gesture, and Zhan Yuezi had not yet arrived.

At the very moment when the Dragon Dao Adept raised his head.

A sliver of sword light suddenly pierced through his chest.

The sword light passed through, and the Dragon Dao Adept's body froze abruptly.

Immense Sword Intent instantly penetrated his Primordial Spirit, making an odd noise emerge from his throat, and his expression along with his entire body began to shatter bit by bit.

He suddenly shot backward, staggering onto the dragon's head, his shadow wavering as his Primordial Spirit suffered a severe blow.

Chen Yi didn't advance further, but in that subtle pause, Yin Weiyin's voice rushed into his eardrums, fast and urgent, saying:

"Go, someone is coming, disturbing the River of Time!"

Without a second thought, Chen Yi retreated rapidly with a single step back.

Almost simultaneously, Yin Weiyin swept her sleeve, and the distant illusion of the Immortal Palace collapsed suddenly, transforming into a shimmering stream that wrapped around herself and the retreating Chen Yi.

Their figures quickly faded and became transparent within this clear light, like two drops of ink dissolving in water, merging into the chaotic, mottled backdrop of the Dream Sea without a trace.

They had only left for three or four breaths.

Whoosh!

The sharp sound of breaking through the air, a dark red stream of light returned with force, slamming into the spot where the fierce battle had just occurred, revealing the burly form of Zhan Yuezi. His face was iron-blue, the illusion of a Golden Arhat flickering uncertainly around him, as if his fury had reached his heart and even his cultivation technique couldn't stabilize.

Sweeping his eyes over the scene, he saw the havoc in the Dream Sea still unsettled, and in the distance, on the dragon's head, the Dragon Dao Adept appeared like a ghostly flame about to dissipate, barely hanging on.

"Where are they?!" Zhan Yuezi's voice was like a muffled thunder.

He had clearly felt as if he was only pushed a short distance away by that strange force, so how had everything changed upon his return?

He took a few steps forward to the dragon's head, seeing the shocking sword scar on the Dragon Dao Adept's chest, his eye twitched, and he hurriedly placed his hand on the Dragon Dao Adept's back, transferring pure Primordial Spirit Origin to barely steady the soul fire that was about to dissipate.

"Hang in there, junior brother!" Zhan Yuezi gritted his teeth, suddenly stood up, his eyes fierce, "I'll chase them! They can't have gotten far..."

"No need to chase."

A voice suddenly sounded, plain and level, not too high or low, yet it seemed to grow directly out of his mind.

Zhan Yuezi's entire body stiffened, looking around abruptly.

The surroundings were empty, with only the Dream Sea surging up and down.

But the anger on his face instantly subsided, and he blurted out, "Master? You... you have arrived?"

The voice paused for a moment, then said slowly, still without any fluctuation, "Earlier, on Broken Swordman's side... there was a bit of trouble. Went to have a look, got delayed."

Hearing this name, Zhan Yuezi's heart sank.

Back then, he and his junior brother set up a trap involving most of the elite forces from the Astronomical Bureau to besiege that madman, and they nearly lost their lives. That man's sword was simply unreasonable; as soon as the Dragon Dao Adept came in contact with it, the Sword Intent counterattacked, nearly destroying his Tao Foundation; his own Golden Arhat took a direct hit, cracked on the spot, and it took two full years to recover.

In the end, it was the master who personally took action to seal that madman deep within the Ancestral Temple. If that madman were really released, even if the master could suppress him by a head, it would be no easy feat to trap someone willing to risk their life, one ranked sixth in the world. If that madman launched a desperate counterattack, the game thought out for centuries in Chang'an could indeed fall short of ultimate success.

"It's my incompetence," Zhan Yuezi lowered his head, retracting the Golden Body illusion, his tone bitter, "That female crown... she was actually able to manipulate time. Brother Xuanlong, he..."

"I saw; he won't die." The voice interrupted him, the tone was indifferent, "Just nourish him with Dragon Qi. That Sword Intent... has some substance. As for the girl fiddling with time..."

The voice paused here for a moment as if considering briefly,

"Indeed it is a harmonious skill, but it's not hers, ultimately not hers.

For now, stabilize the Array, nurture peacefully, guard this place, the sovereign is heading back to the capital, and the rest... will be discussed later."

As the voice faded, it completely disappeared, as if it had never been there.

Zhan Yuezi stood where he was, supporting the weak-breathing Dragon Dao Adept, looking towards where Chen Yi and Yin Weiyin disappeared into that chaotic Dream Sea, his expression uncertain.

In the distance, the Dragon Vein centipede pierced by the peach branch lay silently, casting a massive shadow in the fragmented light.