Eternal Time and Space

Chapter 15 Yinming, Jidu

Huang Tian's figure slowly dissipated in the sea of ​​stars. Before disappearing, Huang Tian looked at Zi Chen, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

"I see in you the possibility of transcending the heavens." Huang Tian's voice was very soft, as if he were whispering: "The heavens should not have form or intention. Once we have form and intention, we are no longer the true heavens. I hope you can reach that point."

As soon as he finished speaking, Huang Tian's figure completely dissipated, transforming into a golden mass of celestial essence that merged into the Milky Way axis. The brass double axes also disintegrated in the sea of ​​stars, turning into countless golden light spots that were absorbed and fused by the Milky Way axis.

"I will not become the heavens, I will only surpass them."

Zi Chen said calmly, as the Milky Way Axis in front of him evolved once again.

After three days of absorption, the light of the sky in the scroll had become so dense that it was almost tangible. At the edge of the star sea world, the light of the sky in three colors—azure, green, and golden—intertwined and turned into a three-colored halo that surrounded the entire star sea.

The grade of the Milky Way Axis has already subtly exceeded the scope of top-tier innate spiritual treasures. Although it has not yet reached the level of innate supreme treasures, its power is so strong that ordinary top-tier innate spiritual treasures are no longer able to contend with it.

Zi Chen found You Ming deep within an ancient battlefield.

The Netherworld is the most mysterious of the four Netherworlds. It has no fixed form, but is a constantly changing darkness, vast and boundless, with endless resentment and malevolent energy surging within it.

Youming has no magical artifacts, because he himself is a magical artifact. This darkness is itself a strange existence at the level of a top-tier innate spiritual treasure. Wherever the darkness passes, everything is swallowed up and everything returns to nothingness.

Zi Chen used the Nine Nether Cauldron to fight against You Ming.

This is a battle between "Earth" and "Darkness". The Nine Nether Cauldron is the embodiment of the earth itself, the bearer of the underworld, and the final resting place of all the dead; the underworld is the embodiment of darkness itself, and the endless darkness is the end of all light.

When the two collided, darkness wanted to devour the Nine Nether Cauldron, while the Nine Nether Cauldron wanted to refine the darkness. For a time, neither could gain the upper hand.

Darkness and eerie light intertwined, turning the ancient battlefield into utter chaos.

Where darkness surged, the eerie light of the Nine Nether Cauldron was suppressed; where the eerie light surged, darkness was forced back. The two remained locked in a stalemate in the void for ten whole days. The heaven and earth within a radius of hundreds of thousands of miles were shattered by their collision, and the void was filled with countless cracks, like a broken mirror.

On the eleventh day, Zi Chen made a move, using the power of time to freeze the darkness of the Netherworld for a moment.

This instant was enough for the Nine Nether Cauldron. The cauldron's mouth suddenly expanded, swallowing the darkness into it. The cauldron began to tremble violently, and all the golden runes and cloud-like characters on the cauldron's walls lit up, their brilliance far exceeding that of when it was refining Yin and Yang.

This time, the Nine Nether Cauldron trembled for a full nine days.

Nine days later, the lid of the cauldron flew open, and the darkness that had been transformed from the Netherworld had been completely refined and integrated into the Netherworld world of the Nine Nether Cauldron.

The scope of the underworld expanded several times over at this moment, and the darkness within became deeper, purer, and closer to the origin of the earth and death.

Subsequently, Zi Chen found Yuan Ming deep in an endless swamp.

Yuanming is not Huangtian.

Zi Chen knew this as soon as he stepped into the swamp.

The swamp stretched endlessly, its black silt resembling rotting flesh, occasionally bubbling up with muffled groans as it burst. A deathly aura seeped from the silt, staining the sky a ghastly white. There was no wind, no sound, and even the passage of time seemed to slow down.

Yuan Ming sat in the center of this deathly silence, his white hair like withered grass, draped over his shoulders, his face gaunt like dried tree bark, his eyes sunken, and his gray-white Taoist robe embroidered with countless twisted patterns.

Yuan Ming's aura was terrifyingly deep, more powerful than that of Cang Tian, ​​Qing Tian, ​​and Huang Tian, ​​and more profound than that of Yin Ming and You Ming.

Zi Chen could tell at a glance that Yuan Ming had devoured the last of the Four Netherworlds, the Ancient Netherworld. Now, two of the Four Netherworld origins were in his body. The two enormous origins intertwined and fused within him, pushing Yuan Ming's aura to a level far exceeding that of the other three heavens and two Netherworlds.

"I knew you would come."

Yuan Ming's voice was unusually calm as he looked at Zi Chen with coldness in his eyes.

"When Yinming died, I heard his wailing." Yuanming slowly stood up, a smile slowly spreading across his face. "When Youming died, I heard it too. Their essence is all in you; I can smell it."

Zi Chen stopped walking, but did not reply.

"You are very strong, far surpassing me," Yuan Ming continued, a cold glint in his eyes. "But I didn't want to die, so I swallowed Gu Ming."

Looking at Zi Chen, Yuan Ming smiled, his face contorted with emotion.

"Then I did something else."

Yuan Ming raised his right hand and patted it gently.

A figure emerged from the depths of the swamp.

This man was dressed in a tight-fitting black outfit, with a slender figure and a cold, stern face. He carried nothing superfluous except for a sword hanging at his waist. The scabbard and hilt were both black, simple and unadorned.

But the moment this person stepped out, Zi Chen's gaze narrowed slightly.

This person's aura was pure, without any malevolent energy, killing intent, or deathly aura. There was nothing superfluous about him, only pure sharpness. Standing there, he was like a sword.

He is a Great Luo Golden Immortal, and not just a beginner.

"Ji Du," Yuan Ming announced the man's name. "This is a friend I invited."

Ji didn't speak, he just looked at Zi Chen with a calm gaze, like a sword yet to be drawn.

Zi Chen glanced at Ji Du, then at Yuan Ming, a faint smile appearing on his lips.

"Just the two of you?"

Yuan Ming also smiled, but his smile remained dry and lifeless.

"Just the two of us."

The moment he finished speaking, Yuan Ming flipped his right hand, and a long sword appeared in his palm. The sword was grayish-white, like solidified ashes.

The Ten Deaths Sword is a top-tier innate spiritual treasure.

Yuan Ming gripped his sword and thrust it out.

A grayish-white sword light surged from the tip of the sword, condensing into a thin line, as fine as a hair, yet containing the purest power of death.

Where the sword light passed, the void silently dissolved. The void died, the light died, the sound died, and even existence itself died.

The sword light aimed straight for Zi Chen's brow.

At the same moment, Jidu moved, completely different from Yuanming. Yuanming's sword was death, profound, decaying, and irreversible, while Jidu's sword was simply a sword.

Ji Du's action of drawing his sword was extremely swift and decisive, without any superfluous movements, sword light, or sword sound. Only a jet-black longsword slid out of its sheath and then transformed into a black lightning bolt, slashing towards Zi Chen's throat.

fast.

Extremely fast.

Jidu's sword made no sound, produced no strange phenomena, and did not unleash a dazzling display of sword light. With a single strike, the void silently split open, leaving a smooth, mirror-like cut.