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Chapter 384 Leave the Things Beyond Time to Me (Page 12)
Above the East China Sea, the fog is as thick as lead.
Every step Zhou Ping took as he traversed the waves left an indelible sword mark on the sea.
Within those footprint-shaped depressions, tiny sword energies flowed like swimming fish, reflecting the seawater within a ten-mile radius in a bluish-green hue.
The seemingly ordinary ancient sword on his shoulder now had a completely transparent scabbard, revealing the sword intent flowing within it—this was not a metaphor; there was indeed a galaxy vortex slowly rotating inside the sword.
"Zheng——"
The sound of a sword suddenly pierced through the mist.
The ancient, tadpole-shaped inscriptions on the sword lit up one by one. As each character lit up, a corresponding sword aura burst forth from the bottom of the city, shredding any deep-sea behemoths that tried to approach into a bloody mist.
The entire city, which was being lifted up, trembled slightly, and the glass of the buildings reflected the light of the swords, making it look like a floating crystal palace from a distance.
Lin Qiye left a trail of flames a thousand meters long behind him.
Those golden flames were not simply burning, but condensed into countless tiny sword shapes, each practicing different sword moves on its own.
The bandage on his right hand, already soaked in blood, was now turning to ashes along with the golden flames, revealing the new skin beneath, marked with sword patterns.
"Old Cao, your dragon scales have fallen off again." Baili Pangpang suddenly grinned.
The bronze compass in his hand was disassembling and reassembling, with seventy-two golden lines weaving a star map in the mist.
Cao Yuan did not answer.
His dark aura spread across the sea, and nine demonic dragons were devouring the shadowy creatures lurking in the water.
Each bite brought up a thick, black liquid, which, when it fell back to the sea, corroded the seawater, creating holes that emitted bluish smoke.
Zhou Ping suddenly stopped.
The hem of his blue robe moved without any wind.
The most terrifying thing was his eyes—his pupils had transformed into two miniature lightsabers, each blink creating tiny spatial cracks.
"Three hundred li."
This statement resonated with heaven and earth.
Suddenly, the fog ahead was split open by an invisible force, revealing the faint outline of land in the distance.
But what is even more eye-catching is the place where the sea meets the sky—there hangs a giant stele that stretches across the sky, which is the Great Xia National Guardian Stele.
Just as everyone was deeply moved, Zhou Ping's ancient sword suddenly emitted an unprecedentedly clear and melodious sword cry.
The sword-like barrier supporting the city suddenly thickened, and the faint outline of the Great Wall appeared.
"Preparing to enter the country."
Zhou Ping's voice was very soft, but it instantly made everyone tense up.
Because they know that the most dangerous moment often comes before safety is reached.
At this moment——
"Cough cough cough..."
A heart-wrenching cough came from the depths of the mist.
The voice was so old it sounded like it might die at any moment, yet it eerily pierced through the entire sea.
Everyone tensed instantly. Lin Qiye's straight sword was already three inches out of its sheath.
The mist slowly dissipated.
A dilapidated little wooden boat floats on the sea.
An elderly man with white hair sat at the bow of the boat. He was hunched over, and his withered fingers gripped a fishing rod tightly.
Most strangely, the old man was surrounded by countless translucent threads, which twisted, broke, and reformed continuously in the void...
"The King's Face?!" Cao Yuan exclaimed in shock.
But he was clearly an old man in his twilight years!
His face was lined with deep wrinkles, and his cloudy eyes were covered with a white film. Even more terrifying, his body would occasionally become transparent, as if he might disappear from this world at any moment.
"Don't come any closer..." The old man coughed up another mouthful of blood, which instantly turned into golden specks of light and vanished upon contact with the air. "Time... is... disordered within me..."
Zhou Ping's pupils suddenly contracted. The longsword on his shoulder suddenly emitted a piercing sound, and the inscriptions on the blade lit up one after another.
“Threads of time loops…” An Qingyu’s eyes flashed wildly, “He is being pulled by countless timelines!”
The seawater around the small boat began to flow backward.
In some areas, water droplets defied gravity and floated in the air, forming eerie crystal ball shapes; in other areas, rapid-fire waves appeared.
The laws of time across the entire sea are descending into chaos, centered on the old man!
Time stands still over the East China Sea.
Zhou Ping's ancient sword suddenly emitted a piercing sound, and the starry vortex on the sword blade spun wildly at an accelerated speed.
The flowing starlight formed a barrier around him, isolating him from the chaotic flow of time.
His blue robe fluttered without wind, vaguely revealing a strangely writhing wound on his waist—the wound sometimes healed completely, and sometimes burst open and bled, as if enacting countless possible futures.
"You're not the King of the Future from this point in time," Zhou Ping said, puzzled. "You've come back from the future."
The old man struggled to lift his head, a bitter smile appearing on his wrinkled face.
This action caused the skin on his neck to suddenly become transparent, revealing a slowly beating golden heart beneath—clearly a manifestation of the power of time.
"As expected of...the Sword Saint..." The old man's voice seemed to come from a very distant time and space, carrying an eerie double echo.
The golden clock in his right eye suddenly spun wildly, its hands drawing dazzling sparks on the dial.
Then he suddenly opened his eyes wide, the turbidity of his left eye contrasting starkly with the golden light in his right:
"Zhou Ping! How come you're still alive at this time?!"
These words exploded like thunder.
The surrounding seawater suddenly boiled, and countless time rifts flashed in the air, each reflecting a different scene of death—there was the image of Zhou Ping being pierced through the chest by a golden spear, the moment he turned to ashes in black flames, and the horrific sight of him being torn apart by countless chains of time...
Zhou Ping's face flushed bright red.
The ancient sword on his shoulder was drawn three inches from its sheath with a clang, and the sword light dyed the seawater within a hundred meters radius red.
The crimson sword energy condensed into countless tiny sword shadows in the air, each pointing towards the old man's brow.
"Wang Mian!" Zhou Ping gritted his teeth, each word carrying a tangible sword intent. "Don't think I won't beat you up just because we're all on the same side!"
His hair stood on end, tiny spatial cracks appearing at the tips. "What kind of talk is that? Do I deserve to die?!"
Lin Qiye and the others stared in disbelief at the scene.
Baili Pangpang's compass was completely destroyed, and the pointer swung wildly between "life" and "death".
The old man coughed violently, and the blood he spat out turned into a blood-red hourglass in the air:
"A deadly trap set by the Egyptian gods... a scheme devised by the eight Ennead..." His voice grew weaker and weaker, "How could you possibly have survived..."
The old man seemed oblivious to Zhou Ping's rage. He raised his withered fingers, trembling, "That wound... it should have..."
Before he could finish speaking, his fingers suddenly charred, turning into black ash that scattered in the air.
Zhou Ping suddenly froze.
“I see…” Zhou Ping’s eyes suddenly deepened, his rage gradually fading. “So in the future you saw, I really…”
Subsequently.
A relieved smile suddenly appeared on Wang Mian's aged face. He slowly raised his head, his cloudy right eye and youthful left eye staring at Zhou Ping at the same time, his hoarse voice carrying a hint of relief.
"No matter what... it's a good thing you're alive."
His voice was soft, yet it seemed to pierce through countless times, carrying a sigh of destiny.
But the next second, his eyes suddenly sharpened, and the time threads wrapped around his body tightened abruptly, as if countless chains were clanging in the void.
His gaze passed over Zhou Ping and pierced straight into one of Lin Qiye's group, his killing intent as sharp as a knife!
"and……"
“I’m not here today for these reasons.”
"I'm here to kill someone."
Before he finished speaking, his figure suddenly blurred, as if he were about to transcend time and launch a fatal blow at his target!
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at this time!
A golden figure suddenly blocked the king's path.
Garan!
Her gaze was firm and cold as she stared directly at the king, her voice clear and icy:
"You shouldn't have come!"
What you see may not be the truth!
Wang Mian suddenly froze, the golden clock in his right eye spinning wildly, as if he were re-examining Jialan before him.
"Why...are you here?"
But soon, as if he had figured something out, a bitter smile appeared on his lips.
"That's right... This moment in time is your moment."
However, his murderous intent did not dissipate; instead, it became even more solidified.
"However, don't even think about stopping me from killing!"
His gaze passed over Jialan and locked onto a figure behind her. The threads of time suddenly contracted, as if the target would be completely erased in the next moment!
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however!
A lazy, somewhat impatient voice suddenly rang out.
"Hey, you, King Face..."
"Don't mess around, or I'll beat you up."
The turbulent flow of time on the sea surface suddenly came to a standstill.
The moment everyone turned around, it was as if space itself had been torn apart by an invisible hand.
The hem of his black trench coat fluttered in the time rift, and the man seemed to have walked directly out of nothingness, without even causing a ripple in space.
Zhang Yun, dressed in black, stood casually three inches to the side of Jialan—a distance so precise it was terrifying, precisely the only blind spot that the King's Time Threads could not reach.
He didn't even bother to pull his hands out of his trench coat pockets; instead, he looked at Wang Mian with a half-smile in his deep, star-like eyes.
"despair."
A bead of cold sweat fell from Wang's gaunt chin.
Upon contact with the sea, the bead of sweat suddenly paused, then strangely flowed upstream, seeping back into his aged skin—a sign that the controller of time had lost control.
The golden clock on the king's right eye suddenly emitted a piercing gear-clunking sound.
The hands on the dial began to spin wildly in both directions, and the twelve Roman numerals burst into gold dust one after another.
The time threads that were originally wrapped around him trembled violently as if electrocuted, and broke into light particles on their own ten meters away from the man in black.
"Interesting." Zhang Yun, dressed in black, suddenly chuckled, the curve of his lips causing the temperature of the entire sea to plummet. "Even time dares not record my existence?"
His voice carried a reverberation that transcended dimensions, each syllable subtly distorting reality.
The king's hunched body began to shake violently.
His left eye's cloudy pupil dilated to its limit, while the clockwork parts in his right eye were constantly breaking off from the edge of his eye socket.
The elder, who had traveled backwards from the future, now displayed a look of horror on his face that surpassed even that of someone facing a deity.
"Impossible..." His chapped lips trembled, his voice seeming to squeeze out from a shattered tunnel of time, "You're not on any timeline..."
Zhang Yun, dressed in black, suddenly took a step forward.
"Click——"
The crisp sound of shattering echoed throughout the heavens and earth.
The sea beneath their feet instantly crystallized, and countless parallel universes collapsing were reflected in the countless prism-like ice crystals.
The small, decaying wooden boat that Wang Mian was riding in suddenly began to weather away, and the hull turned into ashes at a speed visible to the naked eye.