"What is this?"
A trace of doubt flickered in Song Wanníng's mind.
She was clearly in the Eighteen Layers of Hell. Where had this transported her?
Xiao Jin and the little companions crouched on Song Wanníng's shoulders, equally curious, staring at the glowing river before them.
It was their first time seeing a river floating in midair.
"Ah, I know!"
Suddenly, Long Ling let out an excited cry and flew upward.
"It's the River of Time and Space! The legendary River of Time and Space!"
Her expression was filled with excitement, as if she wanted to dive straight into the river.
"Big Sister, I saw the same thing in the inheritance memories. This must be the River of Time and Space!
The things floating inside are all fragments of time and space!"
Time cannot be reversed. That is a rule of the Heavenly Dao.
When Song Wanníng was reborn, the Heavenly Dao of the lower realm had nearly shattered, leaving itself too weak to deal with even an external invader.
Yet under these rules, there was one exception: the River of Time and Space.
The river was too mysterious. Long Ling knew little, only that time-space fragments could be captured…
The attribute of time and space was far too enigmatic. Although Song Wanníng had learned the Time-Space Talisman, she had only scratched the surface, not even reaching the entry level.
Now, seeing the river, her heart leapt. She cautiously approached, the misty radiance dreamlike and ethereal. Tiny sparkles seemed to flicker and dance within it.
A time-space fragment shot past like a meteor, its tail disappearing rapidly at the far end of the river. The river was only about ten meters long, stretching into darkness.
Song Wanníng could not see its end or know where it led. She did not even know her current location.
"Let's explore first, then decide whether to capture the fragments."
The records of the River of Time and Space were too scarce. She dared not act rashly and chose caution. Slowly, she began to probe her surroundings.
…
Immortal Realm, the Sky Chasm
Mo Yang Xiānzūn led the Immortals to the Sky Chasm, battling the monsters from beyond.
The monsters were countless, emerging one after another from the chasm, forming a black tide that soon occupied the entire region.
These monsters fed on hearts, regardless of human, Immortal, demon, or animal.
Everything was food to them.
To prevent the monsters from spreading beyond the chasm, the Immortals fought desperately. Their power was astonishing. One strike could kill hundreds, even thousands of monsters. Yet the monsters kept coming, impossible to eliminate entirely.
"Xiānzūn, the Sky Chasm was left after the ancient war. We do not know what lies beyond it.
But these monsters emerge from the chasm. Could it be that beyond the chasm is full of them?"
Someone anxiously asked Mo Yang Xiānzūn, worry etched in their heart. If the monsters were endless, they had no idea how long they would have to fight here.
Mo Yang Xiānzūn's strength was supreme. Though they came from different factions, all followed his orders without question.
No one dared refuse.
Mo Yang Xiānzūn swung his sword. Countless monsters were shredded into fragments, leaving only streaks of sword light flying toward the chasm.
Cold light gleamed in his eyes. "Beyond the Sky Chasm, we cannot investigate for now. We must cut them down first. Once the formation masters prepare the sealing arrays, this place will be sealed."
As they said, no one could confirm what lay beyond the chasm.
Sealing it was likely the safest method.
Mo Yang Xiānzūn's eyes swept coldly as he swung his sword again.
As long as they remained, these monsters would never break through the Sky Chasm.
…
"This place feels familiar."
Song Wanníng stared at the fragmented space not far away, dazed.
The scene was both familiar and strange. She had seen it once in the memories of the Demon God. At that time, the Immortal Gods battled the Demon Gods, the world collapsed, and this was the main battlefield.
Though only a corner, and too much time had passed, traces of the Demon God's aura remained. For a moment, Song Wanníng felt as if she had returned to that battlefield.
Heaven and earth shattered, all creation crumbled, rules collapsed…
Now, only a vast broken space floated within the spatial tunnel.
"I never imagined that a single beam of light would bring me into this spatial tunnel…"
Song Wanníng smiled bitterly.
Spatial tunnels were illusory and void, with no way back.
How could she return to the Spirit Realm?
A moment of confusion swept through her. If trapped here, her lifespan might be exhausted. There was no choice. She had to search for life. She wandered in the tunnel again and again, finding nothing…
Finally, she returned to the River of Time and Space. The river remained mysterious. Perhaps the battle had displaced a section here. Yet she saw fragments drifting away, vanishing somewhere unknown. This meant the river could connect through the spatial tunnel.
To test her theory, she threw a silk scarf into the river.
The next moment, the scarf drifted along, disappearing into an unknown space.
"Perhaps the River of Time and Space can lead me out of here."
Hope stirred within Song Wanníng. Her gaze fell on the drifting fragments. She needed to comprehend the time attribute. This was an opportunity she could not miss. She had to capture the fragments first, then find a way to leave through the river. Though the other side's destination was unknown, it was better than being trapped.
Without hesitation, Song Wanníng began to try capturing the fragments. Her hands moved with incredible speed, yet the fragments always eluded her. Time after time, she watched them slip away.
Still, she did not lose heart. If the fragments were easy to capture, they would not be so precious.
…
Immortal Realm, Sky Chasm
The sealing arrays were finally ready.
The formation masters carefully carried more than ten array discs to Mo Yang Xiānzūn's side. If the discs were placed correctly, they should seal the entrance. The monsters would no longer escape…
Hearing this, the other Immortals breathed a sigh of relief.
The monsters were terrifying in number. Endless hordes were far more dangerous than their power alone. The sooner the seal was activated, the sooner they could leave.
Mo Yang Xiānzūn cast a glance at the discs, a flicker of coldness in his eyes. He swung his sword, cutting down monsters leaping forward, then commanded loudly: "Everyone, protect them with all your strength!"
"Kill!"
The Immortals surged forward like a tide, clearing the monsters' path for the formation masters.