579: Chapter 598: Dream or Reality?
579: Chapter 598: Dream or Reality?
The wheel of time rolled on, following an unchanged, ancient law!
The seas shifted, and time changed!
Legend has it that between Heaven and Earth, there is a long river known as the River of Time, also called the Space-Time River, recording every event that happens over time, whether you are a commoner or a Saint of the Heavenly Dao, all are subject to its flow.
Saints, impervious to the ravages of time and immune to all methods, are supreme beings, yet even Saints cannot alter the course of the River of Time, much less possess the capability to disrupt space and time.
For this would exceed even a Saint’s level, representing an unimaginable and great terror.
Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, stars glowed brilliantly in the sky, and the Star Sea roared, everything moving along its normal trajectory.
However, the great possessors of Divine Skills all wore confused expressions, each harboring an odd feeling in their hearts, as if they had missed a crucial event or had forgotten a piece of memory, this strange sensation overwhelming their minds.
Time stopped, space froze, disturbing the space-time continuum, breaking Heaven and Earth, no one knew what had happened.
But when the great possessors of Divine Skills saw that the Peng Demon, in the Chaos Arena, was missing, and Ye Xuan was still unconscious, a look of horror appeared on everyone’s faces.
“Where is Peng Demon?” someone uncertainly asked, searching all directions for traces of Peng Demon.
“There is no trace of him, how can this be?” another possessor of Great Divine Power said, his voice trembling, unsure why Peng Demon had vanished without a trace.
“It was a Saint’s doing!”
Suddenly, a look of solemnity appeared on Peng Demon’s face as he looked up at Nuwa in the Nine Heavens Starry Sky, noticing Nuwa enveloped in Holy Light, her aura chaotically fluctuating.
Such a scene naturally caused all the great possessors of Divine Skills to look towards Nuwa.
Seeing the disarray in a Saint’s aura, the starry sky suddenly fell deathly silent, each person’s pupils shrinking with a hint of terror.
Clearly, in the minds of these great possessors of Divine Skills, the unexplained disappearance of Peng Demon surely meant he had been eradicated by a Saint, otherwise why would Peng Demon mysteriously vanish?
Moreover, they had just seen Ye Xuan about to perish at the hands of Peng Demon; had it not been for a Saint intervening to save Ye Xuan, how could he have possibly escaped with his life?
Unfortunately, these great possessors of Divine Skills did not know that Ye Xuan’s survival had nothing to do with Nuwa but was thanks to a mysterious shadow that had appeared.
It was this shadow that terrified Saint Nuwa to such an extent that she still hadn’t calmed down.
Suddenly, an exclamation filled with surprise and joy rang out, and the Nine Heaven Mysterious Maiden swooped down, appearing beside Ye Xuan.
Seeing that Ye Xuan had not fallen, her excitement was beyond words.
Perhaps sensing something in his subconscious, Ye Xuan’s eyelids trembled slightly, his eyes slowly opening, and his bewildered gaze caught the visage of the Nine Heaven Mysterious Maiden.
Ye Xuan murmured to himself, feeling as though he had been dreaming, a very long dream, in which he dreamt he was about to die at the hands of Peng Demon.
He was unwilling; he was angry; he wanted desperately to wake up and continue his battle with Peng Demon, but against the might of a Quasi-Saint, he had absolutely no power to resist and could only helplessly wait for death.
But then, something astonishing happened.
In this dream, just as he was about to perish, he had suddenly become someone else—a person both unfamiliar and yet strangely familiar.
This person, having traversed Heaven and Earth, eternally immortal, seemed like the great terror of all ages, having transcended above all Spirits.
This made Ye Xuan’s spirit tremble exceedingly.
Yet what Ye Xuan found extremely bizarre was that he seemed to have transformed into this person, his heart filled with a melancholy sensation.
He only remembered walking in the River of Time and even uttered some strange words.
After he had annihilated the Poison Ancestor, he once again stepped into the River of Time and left this world.
Ye Xuan was extremely doubtful, this wasn’t him, but a voice in his heart was telling him that this person really was him.
This extremely bizarre feeling made Ye Xuan ponder deeply in his dream, yet ultimately he did not obtain the answer he desired.
When the voice of the Nine Heaven Mysterious Maiden rang out, it also brought Ye Xuan back from his dream.
However, when he opened his eyes, he hadn’t died, and the Poison Ancestor had truly disappeared, as if this dream was something that had actually happened, which made Ye Xuan’s brows slightly furrowed, his eyes lost and puzzled.
“Ye Xuan, quickly thank your Master, it was her who saved your life.”
Seeing Ye Xuan awaken, the Nine Heaven Mysterious Maiden, her face flushed with excitement, spoke out to Ye Xuan, which made Ye Xuan suppress his doubtful thoughts and look up towards Nuwa in the Nine Heavens Starry Sky.
Regrettably, Ye Xuan had no intent to thank her; he blankly stared at the Saint Nuwa in the starry sky, for in his dream, the person who had saved him was not Nuwa but someone who felt extremely familiar to him.
Moreover, because of this person’s appearance, even Saint Nuwa had become extremely alarmed.
Suddenly, Ye Xuan spoke softly, his eyes intently staring at Nuwa, as if Ye Xuan wanted to confirm whether he was dreaming or not, and this answer could only be provided by Nuwa.
“The event is over, Ye Xuan has won, all of you may leave now.”
Above the Nine Heavens Starry Sky, Nuwa did not answer Ye Xuan’s question.
Her voice was indifferent and calm, but if Ye Xuan could see Nuwa’s face, he would be surprised to find that her complexion was extremely pale, her lips trembling slightly.
Across the vast starry sky, when the sacred voice of Nuwa sounded, the heavens and earth suddenly transformed.
All the Great Divine Power wielders and the vast Chaos Arena disappeared without a trace.
“Mysterious Maiden, bring him to Nuwa Palace to see me.”
Nuwa left in haste, and when she returned to the Nuwa Palace, her trembling voice echoed across the starry sky in all directions, leading Ye Xuan to narrow his eyes slightly, having already sensed that something was amiss with the Saint.
“Could this not be a dream?” Ye Xuan murmured to himself, his aura slightly constricted.
“Ye Xuan, come quickly with me to see the Master, do not keep her waiting.”
The Nine Heaven Mysterious Maiden hadn’t noticed the change in Nuwa and only thought that Nuwa had saved Ye Xuan’s life.
Ye Xuan was certainly considered the seventh Heavenly Dao Saint, now her attention was on Ye Xuan.
Infinite and unassailable, with Chaos Light shielding her and Holy Light gently steaming, Nuwa sat in midair, surrounded by deep, resonant Dao sounds faintly echoing through the space, also demonstrating her supreme status as a Heavenly Dao Saint.
The Nine Heaven Mysterious Maiden knelt within Nuwa Palace, with Ye Xuan standing beside her.
Though the Nine Heaven Mysterious Maiden quietly tugged at the corner of Ye Xuan’s robe to have him bow, she did not cause him to make any kneeling gesture.