The Immortal Gold Armor shattered—what kind of power was this? How many could destroy a divine artifact of the Immortal Dao like this? Yet this woman in white had done it, her sacred aura untouchable, her presence untainted.
Amidst the radiant rain of light, fragments of the Immortal Gold scattered toward the ruins of the metallic structures. The woman seated across from Shi Hao flicked her sleeve, catching several pieces, a hint of joy flashing in her eyes.
These were the “traces” left behind by the clash of two supreme beings—records of their grand battle, invaluable for enlightenment if deciphered.
In the distance, the man roared in fury, his unwillingness and overwhelming bloodlust palpable as he was hurled toward the source of the river of time, his body torn asunder, pierced through.
“**Halt!**” he bellowed, invoking an unfathomable ancient divine technique, desperate to reverse his fate, unwilling to be erased like this, cast back into the distant past.
**BOOM!**
Downstream in the river of time, the woman in white raised a treasure vase, engraved with the image of a peerless beauty ascending to immortality, tears staining its surface. Endless light erupted, unleashing the power of an immortal tribulation.
This was no ordinary immortal force—it carried an esoteric meaning. In this world, whenever one sought ascension, slaughter would follow, barring the path to immortality with boundless calamities.
This tribulation was less a rule and more a scourge meant to annihilate immortals!
As the vase erupted, the light became infinite, refining the man’s essence and blood it had earlier absorbed, reforging it into a devastating strike.
Unmatched in might, it shattered the regal man’s hastily gathered runes and divine power before they could fully manifest.
“**Ah—!**” His scream echoed as his body disintegrated, fragments scattering toward the end of time.
Blood rained down. Gone was his earlier arrogance—no longer did he boast that the more divine blood he shed, the more his enemy would suffer.
“Did he… just lose like that?” Shi Hao murmured, disbelief in his voice.
That man had been an unparalleled existence, seated in the distant past, his spirit traversing the cosmos, reaching across time to strike.
How terrifying was such a being? To influence the future from the past—who could rival that?
Yet now, he had been slain, his body shattered, teetering on the brink of annihilation.
“He won’t die immediately. His true self remains seated in the ancient past—this was only a manifested form,” the woman across from Shi Hao sighed.
“Eh?” Shi Hao frowned.
“A dharma body, clad in his armor, traversed the river of time. His true form never moved. Otherwise, do you think the outcome would have been so simple?” she explained.
According to her, none dared to move their true selves lightly—the karmic consequences were too great. Even sending a dharma body invited catastrophe, risking the true self’s demise.
And now, with the man’s defeat, his true form in the past would likely perish as well.
Shi Hao inhaled sharply. To meddle with past and future, one had to pay with their life.
“His claims of being untouched by karma, of disregarding the river of time—**nonsense!** He could never achieve that,” the woman scoffed.
**BOOM!**
Under the vase’s relentless assault, the man could no longer reform. His shattered body plunged into the river’s end, swallowed by the currents, never to rise again.
“**ROAR—!**”
From the ancient past, a deafening howl erupted, shaking heaven and earth.
That roar marked the end of the Immortal Ancient Era, the final note of a great war.
Both victors and vanquished had been baffled—what had caused that mournful cry?
In an ancient hall, a figure seated like a statue suddenly cracked at the brow, blood seeping out.
“Heavens! A great one’s divine statue has split—what happened?” A cry from antiquity, unrecorded, lost to time.
In the present era, none would ever know.
Meanwhile, Shi Hao remained seated in the ruins, stunned by what had transpired. Had that man truly been slain just like that?
His gaze turned to the woman in white—her transcendence defied imagination, like a peerless Immortal King standing above all, unmatched.
Her brilliance eclipsed the ages!
An ancient monarch had sought to slay a man of the future, only to summon her—swift, decisive, annihilating him without hesitation.
“**DIE!**”
Suddenly, from the river’s end, a soundwave surged forth, vast as oceans, crushing as mountains, like a collapsing starry sky.
The shockwaves made the river of time churn violently, its fury unimaginable.
Upstream, an ancient temple materialized, housing the very man who had just been defeated.
“His… **true form** has come!” The woman at the stone table paled. To manifest one’s true self was to embrace death.
Karma would claim him.
“Not yet fully here,” Shi Hao said. The temple merely flickered, the man seated in the past, his icy gaze piercing through time.
“Again? Then perish,” the woman in white replied coldly.
The man in the temple glowed, chanting scriptures that resonated across time, stars flickering around him like celestial attendants.
He became the universe’s center, bathed in starlight, untouchable in his majesty.
Downstream, the woman formed hand seals, her vase ready to strike—but then she shuddered.
Shi Hao felt it too—a soul-crushing dread, paralyzing him. The woman across from him stiffened in horror.
Upstream, as the regal man chanted, black mist seeped from the void, engulfing him.
In an instant, darkness swallowed everything.
Then, silently, an enormous shadow loomed behind him—towering, eclipsing the heavens, its presence dwarfing galaxies.
Compared to it, the man in the temple seemed insignificant.
Even the woman in white lost her composure, her eyes blazing like an empress facing annihilation.
“I see now… This is why the future is so bleak, so full of blood and fire,” she whispered.
If even she spoke thus, the future must be dire indeed.
Then, the darkness deepened. A second shadow began to form.
The first shadow moved—**toward them.**
Its aura was cataclysmic, forcing the woman to summon her full might.
With a cry, she split her essence, a transcendent self emerging above her, weaving seals of unparalleled power.
**BOOM!**
She unleashed her strongest strike—**against the past.**
Time fractured. Stars fell. History itself trembled.
When the chaos subsided, the temple and shadows were gone. The river calmed.
But the woman in white now bled from her lips, crimson staining her robes.
“What happened?” Shi Hao asked, dazed.
“She severed the river, disrupted the past, stopped the shadows from arriving,” the woman at the table mused.
The white-clad woman had paid a steep price to prevent their emergence.
“No one can tread the river of time lightly. She intervened, and now they cannot act again,” the woman explained, though uncertainty lingered in her voice.
Then, specks of light enveloped Shi Hao, shielding him from karma before vanishing.
“Ah… She acted to free you from fate’s grasp,” the woman realized.
Shi Hao turned toward the fading figure of the woman in white.
“I’ve seen it now. Born in this era, your path will be harder, more bitter than any other. You must… **sever eternity alone,**” she said softly, her voice carrying an inexplicable sorrow.
Her white robes fluttered, stained with blood, ethereal yet tragic.
Her aura had softened, the battle’s ferocity gone.
“Goodbye…” Her form dissolved into light, leaving only echoes behind.
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