"Eternity …"
Tsing Hui stepped into the River of Time and sank into the depths of the River of Time.
This was a river that flowed forward and kept drifting into the distance as if there was no end in sight.
However, what formed this river was not river water in the conventional sense. Instead, it was images that flew extremely quickly. As the images moved just too quickly, they were so fast that they seemed like streaks of light. As a result, Qing Xu felt like he was in a river of light. The flowing light filled the surroundings.
Every time he focused his gaze on these streams of light, they seemed to slow down gradually, allowing him to see the images in them clearly. The more he focused on these streams of light, the more attentive he was, the slower the images became. When his mind was completely immersed in this stream of light, the surrounding environment …
There was a sudden change.
He came to a barren mountain peak.
Countless divine weapons were stabbed into the mountain, and they looked somewhat familiar. Moreover, he saw a person on this mountain peak ….
A person holding a sword and moving forward step by step.
A person …
Who looked exactly like him …
Or it could be said that it was his own figure.
And this mountain peak …
He abruptly recalled it as well.
Myriad Swords Peak!
This was the Myriad Swords Peak of the Hidden Sword Sect!
The image in front of him recorded the scene of him breaking into the Myriad Swords Peak.
However, it was slightly different from when he was breaking into the Myriad Swords Peak.
When he was breaking into the Myriad Swords Peak, he suddenly had an epiphany during the competition with the Sword Spirit of Chasing Edge. Finally, he achieved the great achievement of Hundred Swords Chant at the Same Time. However, the person in front of him was obviously much more domineering …
He actually used his own strength to force his way to the peak of the Myriad Swords Peak. After breaking into the peak, he did not understand the mystery of the Myriad Swords Peak and was still unwilling to give up, so he tried to destroy the Myriad Swords Peak. Then …
The Seven Star Sword Spirit hidden in the Myriad Swords Peak attacked …
A streak of Sword Essence!
A streak of Sword Essence that could not be any simpler destroyed his Divine Consciousness just like that.
After all, his cultivation was not worth mentioning compared to the Seven Star Sword Spirit who was at the Supreme level. Not to mention that the Seven Star Sword Spirit gave him a streak of Sword Essence, even if it released the terrifying aura of a Supreme level fighter, it could easily crush him into dust.
And then …
The image dissipated, and the stream of light also dimmed, disappearing into the long river of light.
Throughout the entire process, Tsing Hui could only watch like a bystander, unable to intervene in the slightest.
"Is this … one of my branches in the river of time?"
Tsing Hui muttered to himself.
Now that he had reached the fifth level of the Primal Chaos Realm, he was no longer as ignorant as before about the River of Time and the power of time. This could be deduced from his actions and decisions to influence the future.
He understood extremely well that in the space that humans lived in, basically countless parallel spaces and parallel lines would appear at every moment. Due to a certain action or decision, the self of each line would split into even more timelines. These timelines and parallel spaces could be described as endless. Perhaps they would collapse along with the end of the Green Ruins, or perhaps they would continue existing for all eternity …
If a sixth level Primal Chaos Realm wanted to advance further, they would have to rein in their own timelines, condensing all timelines into one, and finally jump out of the River of Time, transcending time and space, becoming the only true self.
At that time, other than the timeline where the cultivator existed, all other timelines would disappear.
It was a pity …
It was one thing to understand it, but it was another thing to do it.
Just like how all mortals understood that as long as they could control the atmosphere, they could control the life and death of all life on a star. But the problem was …
How could one control the atmosphere?
Tsing Hui watched silently.
The flowing light of the River of Time not only recorded a lot of information, but it also took away the information of his own life form.
As time passed, he would gradually forget all sorts of things. All the imprints that belonged to sentient beings would be washed away by the power of time, until one day, he would completely forget everything. All information that was equivalent to his self would vanish into nothingness. When that time came …
He would even forget the two concepts of life and death. He would be reduced to the pure power of time, completely merging into the River of Time, surging forward with the River of Time, day after day, never stopping.
"Ultimate Eternity …"
Tsing Hui's gaze fell on the densely packed timelines that filled his body. Once again, he projected his consciousness onto one of them.
The light gradually slowed down, returning to a picture. As he focused his consciousness, he seemed to have merged into this timeline.
The him in this timeline had lived much longer than the him in the previous timeline. The changes in Tianhuang Mainland and the Divine Wilderness Great World had not knocked him down. He had cultivated to the realm of Great God in one go, and he had also learned of the relationship between the Burning Blood Lord and the blood-colored statue.
However …
He had chosen to hand over the blood-colored statue that the Burning Blood Lord had transformed into to the Master of Chaos, but the outcome …
Naturally, the incarnation of the Master of Chaos had sensed the creation jade on him. The Master of Chaos had thought that he and the Burning Blood Lord were originally one, and he had been killed in one fell swoop.
The time record was very long. Tsing Hui had followed in the footsteps of this "him" from when he was a mortal to the peak of Great God, crossing thousands of years.
After thousands of years, he had already faintly sensed that he had begun to forget some things. However, as for what exactly he had forgotten, because it was too subtle, it did not attract his attention. In other words, even if he wanted to recall the things that he had already forgotten, he could no longer recall them.
Without any clues about breaking through to Ultimate Eternity, Tsing Hui had no choice but to look at the third scene of the River of Time.
In this timeline … he had died at the hands of Cruel Sword before he had even left the Eastern Wasteland.
Then, in the next timeline …
This timeline was even shorter. He had actually been killed by Lie Wuyang. Until his death, his cultivation had only been a mere True Qi Realm.
However, this was not the shortest. Tsing Hui had also seen a timeline where he had been killed by Yuan Yang.
This timeline was very short, but it was not the most tragic. In the most tragic timeline, he had actually been crippled by Jin Go, and then he had been persecuted by Zhuo Fengyun, Zhuo Xiangdong, and Zhuo Fenglei. He had died of depression.
Although he had lived for four years longer than the timeline where he had died at the hands of Yuan Yang, the degree of grievance he had suffered was far greater than that timeline.
In the following period of time, all Tsing Hui could do was constantly watch himself court death in different ways …
Mortal Realm, Immortality Realm, Saint Realm, Divine Realm, Chaos Realm …
In each realm, he had to die hundreds or thousands of times. This was because he had seen too few timelines. The more he saw, the more likely he would die.
There were even a few times where he had died at the hands of Bai Shuying, Sword Master Bai Heng …
This also made Tsing Hui a little speechless.
Although they were all themselves, not all of them had the same personality. In the later stages, some of them relied on their strong cultivation to abuse their power and bully others. It wasn't impossible for them to be killed by others on behalf of the heavens.
There was even a timeline where he had cultivated to the Sovereign Realm. He had even opened a harem and had 36 million beauties. Even he was amazed when he saw it.
The times made the man.
It was indeed true.
In addition to these timelines that made him speechless, there were many timelines that had made Tsing Hui addicted to them more than once.
Those were the timelines of the world on Earth. In those timelines, he had finally gotten together with Jiang Ningzhi, gotten married, had children, and had many children and grandchildren.
Of course, not every timeline related to Earth was so harmonious and perfect. In some timelines, he and Jiang Ningzhi were also forced by external pressure. Although they had a deep relationship, they had no choice but to part ways. In the end, he would marry a woman arranged by his family and spend the rest of his life either happily or unhappily. As for Jiang Ningzhi, she would also marry someone else and walk into a happy or unlucky future …
There were all kinds of futures and countless possibilities …
After seeing too many of them, he gradually began to feel numb.
However, these timelines all had a common characteristic, and that was that the higher his cultivation realm, the fewer timelines there were.
He had already seen hundreds of thousands of timelines of the mortal realm and the Immortality Realm. He had seen thousands of timelines of the Saint Realm. However, when it came to the Divine Realm and the Chaos Realm, the number of timelines decreased sharply. In particular, there were less than ten timelines that could cultivate to the Great Divine Realm. And among these ten timelines, there was only one that could cultivate to the Immortal Realm.
Of course, this did not prove that such timelines did not exist. After all, he had received many timelines about him becoming a chaos life form, which could prove that there were similar timelines.
It was just that …
From this point, it could be determined that …
The formation of the timelines was not without any pattern.
Unfortunately, it was meaningless …
Pattern …
This word flashed through Tsing Hui's mind.
The next moment, he had already forgotten this word. The countless experiences and images had already made him numb. His thoughts gradually stiffened and decayed.
What is a pattern?
Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing? Where am I going?
More and more, Tsing Hui began to think about this question …
Hundreds of thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions of timelines, the short ones were a few months, the long ones were a few thousand years …
If the concept of time existed in the long river of time, then it would be at least a few million years, tens of millions of years, hundreds of millions of years …
The internal and external forces worked together, causing Tsing Hui's consciousness to completely sink into the long river of time. He kept sinking and sinking, forgetting himself, forgetting everything, until …
Eternal damnation.
…
Eternal damnation …
Unknowingly, Tsing Hui seemed to have recovered a little bit of consciousness and understood the concept of eternal damnation. After realizing this concept, he gradually heard some shouts, just like a person in a dream who heard a series of sleep-talking in a daze …
As for himself, as he recovered his consciousness, he also understood that if he really fell into eternal damnation, then everything would be over.
Although he had recovered a little bit of consciousness, he still could not understand why he had to wake up and what would happen after everything was over. However, with the support of an unknown will …
He got rid of this nightmare that had lasted for millions of years and slowly 'opened' his eyes …
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