Chapter 1283: Chapter 1283: A Sword Like a Butterfly Cuts Through Past Lives

The intelligence regarding the Soul-Seizing Chess is the great secret of heaven and earth.

Ning Fan intended to break the Soul-Seizing Chess, but in truth, he didn’t know where to start.

Fortunately, in an instant, he understood everything.

Although he didn’t know the specific rules of this place or what taboos existed, he knew which direction to head towards.

"The breakthrough point is in that direction..."

Amidst the awe and hesitant expressions of the surviving observers, Ning Fan opened his umbrella and walked forward, progressing into the darkness like a Northern Barbarian God.

The Southern Pavilion Celestial Emperor sighed repeatedly.

"Daoist Zhang must be worried about the Northern Barbarian God’s safety and went to offer assistance. Unlike us, who are hesitant and dare not..."

Clearly, he could have lived easily, yet he still chose to take risks...

Indeed, Daoist Zhang and the Northern Barbarian God have a story...

Like the Southern Pavilion Celestial Emperor, many others also harbored a burning curiosity within their hearts.

Yet, when thinking of Daoist Zhang’s formidable presence, no one dared to speak recklessly.

Only Xu Yu, with a bewildered look, felt that at this moment, Ning Fan’s backside seemed so familiar.

But this familiarity wasn’t from his longing for his master; it came from a much earlier past, long before meeting his master...

At that time, he was just a wisp of Primordial Light, born with the opening of the Primordial Chaos.

Humans cannot remember embryonic memories, but they never forget the warmth of their mother’s womb where they slept...

The Primordial Light doesn’t remember the sights and encounters during the early chaos, but even without memories, time leaves traces.

So familiar...

He must have seen a similar silhouette somewhere before...

He must have seen such a lonely traveler, walking under the umbrella, through the long night of eons...

[Chaotic Flesh, filled with darkness, only to prevent Mountain and Sea from meeting. But now that I am here, Mountain and Sea shall no longer dispute. It is now time to open the heavens, and thereafter, there shall be light...]

Will there be light, will there... [be light]?

If this is what the Immortal Emperor desires in his heart...

We wish... to become the first ray of Primordial Light...

[In a night where everything is shrouded, in the darkest place, a beam of light yearns to meet another...]

[When one beam of light can illuminate another, that light becomes immortal, passing on until the end of time...]

[I know how to reach the end of time, yet even there, I might not find your direction...]

[But the light I leave behind will surely break through to your clouds one night, somewhere over some Mountain and Sea...]

This person, I have certainly seen before...

But where have I seen this person, I cannot remember...

...

After Ning Fan left the Endless Sea, the golden light that covered the sky vanished alongside, plunging the interior of the Soul-Seizing Chess back into darkness.

Yet this darkness was not peaceful like the night; rather, it was extremely chaotic. This was because wherever Ning Fan walked, the black mist there would shriek and flee.

Hundreds of millions of voices echoed chaotically around him, and hundreds of millions of chaotic consciousnesses sought to assimilate with his own consciousness... This was more than just chaos; it seemed to form the embryo of a strong illusory art. If a person’s spirit sense was not firm, they might fall into some dark mirage, unable to extricate themselves...

However, Ning Fan paid no attention to these dissipating black mists. After conversing with Xu Yu, he gained a deeper understanding of the rain. If he did not want to, these countless voices were just the sounds of many raindrops during a sudden downpour.

Compared to these chaotic black mists, there seemed to be something else hidden deeper in the darkness, a presence that required even more caution.

And as Ning Fan delved deeper, indeed, some presence repeatedly ambushed him from the shadows, making twenty-two attempts in all. Although the enemy used sinister methods, Ning Fan managed to evade each blow.

"Such an interesting boy, not closing his five senses and yet unaffected by the myriad eternal sounds, you are impressive! Worthy to be killed by this old man! State your name, and I can give you a swift death..."

Seeing that the ambush was futile, the ambusher finally revealed himself. It was an old man cloaked entirely in black, his appearance obscured.

This person gave Ning Fan a sense of incomprehensible depth, yet this feeling of strength related not to his own cultivation but more to this person’s connection with the whole Soul-Seizing Chess game in some way. With the blessing of the Soul-Seizing Chess, the old man exuded an aura almost immortal and indestructible...

[This person’s identity, the Soul-Seizing General—Guardian of the Soul-Seizing.]

[This person possesses indestructible protection, and if the Soul-Seizing Chess does not permit it, even a saint may find it hard to kill him.]

[To break the Soul-Seizing Chess, one must first break the Soul-Seizing General. If it cannot be broken with force, then one must follow the rules.]

Ning Fan instantly understood the identity of the cloaked old man.

And instantly understood the fact that with his current strength, he could not kill the cloaked old man.

Under the protection of this indestructibility, even saints cannot kill him... If it were merely ordinary immortal creatures, Ning Fan still had ways to handle them, but those methods were insufficient for dealing with such an extensive indestructibility...

It seems that solving this with sheer force won’t be easy...

Ning Fan maintained a neutral expression, although he inwardly lamented.

If it weren’t for the indestructible protection, he would prefer to directly eliminate the Soul-Seizing General; however, at present, he had to temporarily adhere to the rules and play the part of a human...

"Humph! The old man asks your name, why do you not reply? You were able to evade my seventeen Spiritual Sense Extinguishing Techniques, merely by chance, do you think the old man cannot kill you?" seeing Ning Fan ignoring him, the cloaked old man taunted again.

But Ning Fan still ignored the old man’s taunts, providing no reply.

The old man had clearly ambushed twenty-two times but claimed only seventeen, seemingly intending to provoke a retort...

Considering the numerous word spirit divine skills in the world, Ning Fan suspected that the old man was setting a trap by provoking him to speak.

Upon instant understanding, he finally realized the old man’s malicious intentions.

It turns out that those who enter the chess game cannot converse with the Soul-Seizing General; if they dare to converse, they would incur the penalty of the Soul-Seizing Immortal Order.

"Oh? You didn’t expose the old man’s lie, seems you’re not a newbie..." the cloaked old man sighed with some regret. The sinister demeanor he displayed earlier appeared to be a mere façade.

This child, truly not a novice...

The old man pondered swiftly.

While Ning Fan walked through the Soul-Seizing Chess, he had been observing in secret for a long time, even making twenty-two probing attacks, previously certain that this was the child’s first time entering the Soul-Seizing Chess. Now, however, he felt uncertain—the Soul-Seizing Chess would make one forget the encounters within the chess game, but those who entered multiple times would retain some instinctual traces. This child displayed none of those instincts, yet appeared to know nothing about the Soul-Seizing Chess...

Speaking of which, the umbrella this child carries, it seems quite remarkable, what kind of umbrella could this be...

Familiar as it was, the memories too shattered, only recalling matters related to chess...

The cloaked old man shook his head, suppressing his apprehension about the mysterious umbrella.

Perhaps it’s worth trying to deceive this child into breaking taboos...

If he falls for it, I could win without a fight...

The cloaked old man was planning to use some more sinister tricks.

But Ning Fan didn’t give him the chance; he directly closed the Merit Umbrella and cupped his hands, performing the etiquette of a chess match.

The elder’s expression changed immediately, but he had to rein in his scheming, forced to return Ning Fan’s salute.

This is... the rules of the Soul-Seizing Chess!

A salute cannot be refused! After the salute, life and death are determined by destiny!

After the two had exchanged salutes, an ancient immortal light broke out from the darkness, transforming into an illusory chessboard suspended between them.

Moreover, some invisible force emanated from the illusory chessboard, like silk and thread, like order and contract, connecting Ning Fan and the cloaked elder, as if life and death hung by a thread.

"Mistake! This kid knows the rules of the Soul-Seizing Chess! He’s really not a novice!"

The Immortal Order had formed, and despite reluctance, the cloaked elder had no choice but to take a seat and play a game of Soul-Seizing Chess with Ning Fan.

The Immortal Order was like an invisible thread, winding around the two. If either side feared the game and wanted to escape, they would be immediately consumed by the Immortal Order!

Even a Saint who defies the order must suffer erosion; those below Saints would be directly obliterated by the Immortal Order, rarely can a Second Step withstand its punishment...

"Fine, then let me play a game with you. What a pity, your chess skills don’t seem very profound..."

The cloaked elder cultivated the art of the Chess Soul, capable of gauging the depth of Ning Fan’s Dao cultivation.

According to his observation, the composition of Ning Fan’s chess skills was very mixed, with few parts from self-cultivation; seven or eight out of ten, surprisingly, came from external sources...

Is it by consuming Dao Fruit that he has improved his chess skills all the way, and without even a Chess Soul, not yet reaching the first grade? In such a case, it is manageable, for in a game, out-of-bounds tricks kill faster...

"As you’ve come from afar, let the young friend decide, should this game start with guessing or..." the cloaked elder wanted to say more.

Ning Fan, however, paid no attention, picking up a white piece and placing it down directly, silently telling the other party that their scheming was meaningless.

Stop trying any out-of-bounds tricks, hurry and finish this game, I’m in a rush!

The elder’s face immediately darkened.

Indeed! He initially intended to deceive Ning Fan into violating a taboo. The Soul-Seizing Chess had a prescribed order of moves that could not be altered.

For the two players, if they are both outsiders, they guess to start; if an outsider plays against a Soul-Seizing General, the General takes black, the outsider takes white, and here, white goes first, it is the rule that cannot be defied.

But this kid’s understanding of the Soul-Seizing Chess is too deep, what on earth is going on...

"This person likes playing out-of-bounds tricks so much, could it be that their chess skills are not very strong?" Ning Fan thought to himself.

"If cunning is useless, then it must be a direct confrontation! As long as this kid isn’t first grade entering the divine realm, defeat, it is easy!" the elder thought to himself.

With that in mind, the elder stopped wasting words, as saying more would be in vain. His constant scheming would only distract him while playing...

Then the elder picked up a black piece, pondered for a moment, and placed it on the board.

The opening quickly advanced to four moves.

The white pieces occupied the two lower corners, one at the star point and one at the small eye.

The star point is not advantageous for corner defense, but is beneficial for building outer influence; the small eye is advantageous for gaining territory.

This balanced approach was very stable for an opening, obviously Ning Fan’s moves were quick, yet not reckless.

As for the cloaked elder’s choice, it was to play at the incorrect small eye.

"Based on old man’s previous experience in games, the next move, this boy will likely choose to defend the corner... thus, the initiative to attack will belong to me..."

But then, Ning Fan chose to play at sixteen-fifteen, a high approach.

"Hmm? Is this boy so aggressive, is it confidence, or impulsiveness..."

The cloaked elder furrowed his brows even more deeply.

The intuition from the Chess Soul wouldn’t lie! This boy’s skills should be inferior to mine, with such mixed skills, he can’t be a strong Chess Master. But, he unexpectedly does not defend, instead counterattacks, is this the attitude a lower hand should have...

Very well!

The elder in his previous life was the seventh of the Ten Outstanding Scholars of Nanqi, a genius chess player who took three million years of learning to step into the second grade; after being demoted to a Soul-Seizing General, he acquired two million years of chess skills through hard cultivation and plunder, and even obtained the Chess Soul that only first grade should possess.

You dare to attack, how could I shy away, can I be afraid of you, a lower hand!

The elder chuckled slightly, picked up a piece, and landed it at sixteen-twelve.

Your aggression is strong, then I will be stronger, let’s play the Immortal Slaying Flying Knife pattern!

Do you dare respond!

"Hmm? The opponent wants to play the Flying Knife pattern against me..." It was Ning Fan’s turn to frown.

The so-called pattern refers to the phase of the opening, where both sides, following a specific sequence of moves, each take what they need, forming a roughly stable basic shape.

The Immortal Slaying Flying Knife is such a pattern, and the characteristic of this pattern, in a nutshell, is to harm both oneself and others, like a blade too sharp, an Immortal Slaying edge...

This pattern is very ancient and complex, and chess players from different regions have their own tendencies and preferences for using this pattern, thus they are divided by regions, with Tianyuan Flying Knife, Nanliang Flying Knife, White Dragon Flying Knife, and many other lines... According to Ancient Chaos Grand Emperor’s memory, once this pattern unfolds, there are at least three to four hundred thousand possible subsequent variations...

Moreover, this complexity is targeted at both players, which is why it is said to harm both oneself and others.

People like the Ancient Chaos Grand Emperor, who treat chess as a hobby, would not delve deeply into the study of the Flying Knife pattern.

Therefore, Ning Fan is also not particularly adept at this pattern.

Looking up, Ning Fan gazed deeply at the opponent, seemingly able to see through the other’s thoughts.

This person chose this pattern to drag the situation into complexity, and then rely on his far superior game experience to crush me...

In his life, how many games has this person played, and how many have I played...

Experience-wise, I am not as good as him...

Ning Fan could feel how deeply the other person had cultivated the path of chess. It’s a mysterious and elusive feeling, originating from a Chess Master’s intuition, an intuitive feeling emerging from the depths of the soul.

Alchemists have a Medicine Soul.

Chess Masters, also have a Chess Soul.

Ning Fan had not cultivated a Chess Soul, but as a Chess Master’s basic intuition, he had it; and as his chess skill improved, that intuition became sharper, allowing him to sense the immense game experience of the other party.

But he felt no fear.

If his game experience is inferior to his opponent’s... then he will make up for it with calculation!

Facing the complex Flying Knife pattern, Ning Fan no longer acted hastily, but began a long contemplation, in his mind, thousands of complex variations turned into information streams, rapidly calculating.

After a while, having found a choice, he picked up a piece and placed it down.

Without words, without language, only the sound of pieces being placed served as a response.

"Oh? Daring to clash head-on with the old man? Though your skills are mixed, this courage lives up to the name of a Chess Master! But unfortunately, your choice is not a brilliant move, I suppose you seldom study the Flying Knife pattern, and do not pay attention to the evolution of ancient patterns over time..."

The elder saw Ning Fan’s choice and it was not the optimal point he had learned, and his expression relaxed a bit.

The opponent’s chess skill, indeed, was ordinary.

This game, he had it!

But the situation did not develop as the elder anticipated...

After just over ten moves, the elder vaguely sensed something was amiss.

"Something’s wrong! His choice of points is different from what I learned, but to say it’s not of the Flying Knife isn’t quite right either, it seems more like a new variation of the Flying Knife rather than a random move..."

After a few more moves, sweat began to bead on the old man’s forehead.

"It’s just a few moves, and I can already feel a small loss? I can’t see where the losses are, yet the Chess Soul can sense their presence... Something’s wrong, very wrong. This is completely different from what I’ve learned before. Just what kind of flying dagger is he playing..."

The old man’s hand trembled slightly as he picked up a chess piece, but failed to hold it, letting it fall back.

He forcibly maintained his composure, pondering a countermeasure; he was unwilling to believe that the flying dagger formations he excelled at could be so easily defeated by a junior with a motley chess skill...

Fortunately, it’s just the beginning!

Even with a small loss, there’s no need to rush!

Don’t panic, you mustn’t panic...

The clashes between top Chess Masters, temporary losses are trivial. There are countless players at a disadvantage who can reverse the situation with a single divine move. Not to mention, I’m only slightly behind, this game can still be played!

Deeply inhaling, the old man made his move after long contemplation.

In the face of the old man’s counterattack, Ning Fan didn’t think for long, instead choosing the position as if he had anticipated it.

In an instant, the old man’s expression, just like his current situation, rapidly deteriorated...

...

After ninety-eight moves, the old man finally sighed deeply—both with reluctance and relief—as he conceded.

"You’ve won... But I don’t understand, whose flying dagger are you using? I’ve never seen such fierce moves..."

"..." There was no response; Ning Fan clearly remembered not to converse with the Soul-Seizing General.

"Sorry, this time it wasn’t deliberate..." The old man admitted sheepishly. Having lost the game, he faced inevitable death but harbored no thoughts of dragging Ning Fan down with him. Previously too engrossed in the chess match, he had forgotten their identities and this location.

He even forgot that he was now a Soul-Seizing General, not the carefree youth who could play chess endlessly...

Yet, as the match shifted to a great disadvantage, the old man became even more absorbed; at that moment, buried deep within his being wasn’t the fear of dying upon losing but the instinctive drive of a Chess Master seeking victory...

It had been so long since he lost himself... And lost himself again to find himself once more.

How long had it been since he played chess so freely and passionately, even if it ended in a miserable defeat...

When was the last time he felt this way?

He couldn’t remember, the memories were so fragmented, so nostalgic, so... regretful...

Why did I have to become a Soul-Seizing General...

Who turned me into this hateful visage...

Such hatred, such hatred...

Forgotten, couldn’t remember...

Who am I, who am I...

Which rank of the Ten Outstanding Scholars of Nanqi am I...

Where is Nanqi...

I ultimately, ultimately...

...

Suddenly, the old man’s gaze became painful, as his body gradually transformed into dissipating black vapor, and even the protection of the Unbreakable status was greedily retracted by Soul-Seizing Chess...

He lost, and as a Soul-Seizing General, losing meant death, this was the rule.

But no one ever told him that the death of a Soul-Seizing General would be... so painful, so prolonged!

For the living, death, if quick enough, might require only an instant, a blink into darkness, and never knowing again...

Yet, the departure of a Soul-Seizing General was slow. After all, many of them did not willingly become such grotesque figures; there were always rebels who preferred death over becoming the slaves of soul-seizing, so the death would not come easily as desired!

Those who obey the Immortal Order shall suffer for a lifetime!

Those who abandon my command shall endure... ten lifetimes of suffering!

"Ahhhhhh..."

The cloaked old man began to scream miserably.

The space of Soul-Seizing Chess was governed by the abandoned.

Its time was controlled by the Great Jin.

At this moment, the cloaked old man seemed to be a banished fish sinking into a sea of hardship, with endless invisible seawater turning into memories of despair, suffering, and unbearable retrospection, transforming into an everlasting nightmare of ten cycles of reincarnation, turning into the hell of voidlessness, washing over his... fragmented soul.

This was the punishment for the defeated!

Ning Fan instantly comprehended it all.

For the next two hours, the cloaked old man would continuously experience this soul-tearing agony, yet the so-called two hours were from the victor’s perspective.

The loser’s feeling equates to the long span of ten generations of reincarnation...

On average, one cycle per hour would endure the agonies of one generation’s reincarnation by the Decemcentennial Saint.

This is... what a concept!

Using an example like the Ant Lord, such a Decemcentennial Saint, it’s akin to being tortured continuously since birth. In the picture, the poor Ant Lord is still a child who is tightly chained to a torture device, never finding peace; with Ning Fan standing expressionlessly before her, wielding the whip and the Sword of Creation, piercing her repeatedly without pause...

Ten years have passed, still piercing.

A hundred years have passed, still piercing.

A thousand years have passed, still piercing.

Ten thousand, a hundred thousand, a million years...

Finally, the Ant Lord was tortured beyond recognition, barely surviving a cycle of reincarnation and almost stabbed to death by Ning Fan.

However, Ning Fan then told her, sorry, it’s just one cycle of reincarnation, little girl, there are still nine cycles left, be patient, it’ll be over soon...

Pain! Too much pain!

What kind of inhumane torture is this!

Such twisted inner workings of Soul-Seizing Chess, even if it were a Saint, would not willingly endure ten lifetimes of suffering...

Ant Lord: "Thank you, but please don’t use me as an example again next time..."

She would never admit, even she, a Saint, found the punishment of Soul-Seizing Chess perverted.

Ning Fan: "Definitely next time..."

...

The punishment of Soul-Seizing Chess may be perverted, but Ning Fan wouldn’t let his sympathetic side rekindle for an adversary he just faced moments ago.

Yet there’s one thing Ning Fan disliked.

He clearly won the round but couldn’t leave once victorious; according to Soul-Seizing Chess’s rules, he had to wait for his opponent to die before he could depart.

In other words, he has to listen to the cloaked old man’s wails for twenty hours here... he’s not a sadist, nor does he have time to waste here.

The road ahead might encounter more Soul-Seizing Generals, or perhaps not... but if there are more, and if every battle drags on for twenty hours waiting for the Soul-Seizing Generals to be tortured to death, sixteen days could just slip by...

The Northern Barbarian God would take sixteen days to break the Soul-Seizing Chess. Ning Fan initially thought sixteen days was a lot, but now he’s worried it might not be enough...

Then don’t wait.

Ning Fan has no desire to rescue the enemy, nor does he have the ability, and it’s impossible to save his enemies.

But if he could just offer them a swift death, relieve their suffering, and this could be beneficial to him, then it’s not impossible.

So, under the confused gaze of the cloaked old man, Ning Fan summoned the Reverse Sea Sword.

And then, the sword’s glow fell...

"It’s... useless... ordinary... methods... can’t... sever... the Immortal Order..."

The cloaked old man weakly said.

He seemed to realize that Ning Fan was in a hurry and didn’t want to wait for his demise here.

No matter the motive, this sword, to him, counted as an act of kindness.

But he didn’t believe this sword could provide him liberation... Because even if he was defeated and lost the qualification for the protection of the Soul-Seizing Chess, the Soul-Seizing Chess, for the purpose of punishment, would still leave a little unbreakable power within the Soul-Seizing General, to ensure the Soul-Seizing General could endure the twenty-hour punishment; if they couldn’t endure and died early, wouldn’t that disappoint the Soul-Seizing Chess?

The remaining unbreakable power is little, not enough to maintain the Soul-Seizing General for more than twenty hours, excruciatingly torturous...

But the nature of that power is very high, ordinary means cannot break it...

The old man initially believed this. But when the sword’s glow passed by, his broken body was unexpectedly split into two pieces by this sword, and his broken body turned into a slowly burning illusory butterfly, then the butterfly flew far away bit by bit, dispersed bit by bit, leaving only a faint light, and then even the faint light gradually disappeared...

Death finally arrived...

The suffering of ten generations also followed...

As he turned to ashes, the cloaked old man’s thoughts stretched on endlessly; before his eyes seemed to fly innumerable butterflies, guiding him back, bringing his memories gently back; thus countless blissful moments he shouldn’t have remembered replayed before his eyes like a warm ocean flowing backward...

He felt himself becoming lighter and lighter, as if turning into a swallow in the rain.

So he forged ahead in the misty rain of March, flew over the sea, crossed the mountains, transcended the long river of time...

He arrived at a strange yet familiar waterside village, soared over temple after temple, and finally rested on the branch of a willow by a bridge, and on that branch was another swallow waiting for him, but it was actually not a swallow, rather a gentle woman, gently looking at him; beside the woman were their two children...

"Husband... these years, you’ve suffered..."

"Father, father! We missed you so much..."

The cloaked old man tearfully remembered everything at this moment...

The love and hate, grace and sin of the past seemed to return to their origin with this sword...

"Thank... you..."

The old man vanished with a smile.

Almost at the moment the old man dissipated, a pitch-black Dao Fruit coalesced in the place of his disappearance.

This was the reward of the Soul-Seizing Chess for the victor.

At the same time, the reward of the Saint Child Thunder Scripture arrived.

However, at this moment, Ning Fan wasn’t looking at those rewards but at... his own sword.

"My Dao-Blade divine skills, and even the Dao Weapon, seem to have..."

Become stronger...

Though the remaining unbreakable power within the cloaked old man was negligible, Ning Fan absolutely didn’t think he could kill the old man with just one sword...

Yet that’s exactly what happened...

This slash went beyond his usual standard, and it’s not just a little.

This is not a change in quantity, but a complete unity of quality...

The Reverse Sea Sword was forged based on the Memory Severing Dao Sword.

The swordsmanship he used is the fusion of the Yin-Yang Five Swords.

And when he struck this sword, he thought of "granting a swift death" and "death like the extinguishing of a lamp".

The combination of the three formed without deliberately thinking about the form of the Dao techniques, but flowed as naturally as clouds and flowing water...

And then came the slash, and what was severed was not sword light, but rather... the shadow of a butterfly...

This sword seemed more like integrating all learned skills into instinct, acting naturally, simplifying the complex, then removing the form to retain the Dao, finally even the Dao vanishing, leaving only a thought in the heart...

And that butterfly was a shadow refracted from the thought in his heart...

Ning Fan seemed to comprehend something, but it was difficult to articulate.

The only thing he could remember was the emotion when wielding the sword...

"Is this the benefit the Endless Sea granted me..."

But that was just a short conversation; could it really give someone such a massive improvement?

Perhaps, it truly can! Because that is the Endless Sea that many Masters have longed for all their lives.

Just getting a chance encounter is already hard enough, yet he... was even invited to their home as a guest.

It’s uncertain whether he could fulfill this agreement, but if possible, he might be able to stay a few more days at the Endless Sea’s home...

...

At the same time.

The culprit behind the Soul-Seizing Chess changed his expression.

"Not good! Someone is slashing me with a sword of cause and effect!"

It was a butterfly sword light from an unknown source reversing along the River of Time and slashing directly into Jiumo Saint’s realm.

The sword light came too suddenly, with the River of Time isolating time for this sword, leaving little time for reaction.

Strong as Jiumo Saint, could only barely resist in an instant.

The good news is this sword was very weak; just traversing the River of Time seemed to deplete all its power, like raindrops hitting the face, very light, very cool, barely any harm to Jiumo Saint.

The bad news is, he, a dignified Saint, was sneak attacked, slapping him in the face...

"Who exactly is it that dares mock me in such a way..." Jiumo Saint took a deep breath, sweeping away the anger in his heart, and calculated secretly.

Then, his expression changed.

"Inconceivable... I can understand the prediction of heaven being hard to grasp under the Immeasurable Catastrophe, but this time what hinders my calculation isn’t the prediction of heaven!"

"It’s actually an existence of the inconceivable slashing at me..."

With this thought, the dignified Saint, a cold sweat ran down his forehead...

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