From the distance, a living being emerged!
She was peerless in grace, entering this place, dancing through the constructed passage of time, swiftly approaching. Her demeanor was soul-stirring, unforgettable at first glance.
What was a flying immortal? In Shi Hao’s eyes, this was it!
The woman’s long dress fluttered, snapping in the wind as she soared through the sky, her dark hair swaying. She carried an ethereal, immortal aura, standing proudly above the mortal world.
She was indescribably transcendent, as if she did not belong to the mortal realm. With an air of elegance, her white ribbons fluttered as if she were about to ascend beyond the nine heavens.
At first glance, she resembled a true immortal from an empty valley or a spirit emerging from the mountains, untouched by worldly affairs.
Yet, as she drew closer, it was utterly shocking!
The moment her gaze swept past, it felt as though one had undergone a cycle of reincarnation—profound and detached, with a hidden sharpness. This was no delicate beauty.
She possessed an inner dominance, a peerless bearing!
In that instant, the little ant’s heart trembled, unable to suppress its shivering, nearly crying out in awe.
How could such a woman exist? With every movement, she seemed capable of crushing heaven and earth. She bore an invincible demeanor, one that could look down upon the endless river of time!
Her aura was paradoxical—serene as an immortal when still, yet when her sleeves fluttered and she approached swiftly, she exuded a presence that could swallow mountains and rivers, overlooking all the supreme experts of past and present.
“This woman… how can she be so strong? Though she hasn’t made a move, I already know she must possess heaven-defying means. Could this passage of time be her doing?”
The golden little ant’s voice trembled, its body shaking uncontrollably. Both its soul and flesh instinctively revered her.
In truth, this was still a mild reaction!
Had any other creature been here, lacking the ultimate bloodline of the Heavenly Horned Ant clan, they would have long prostrated themselves in worship before her.
Moreover, at this very moment, Shi Hao and the little ant were stunned to discover a fleeting illusion.
For faintly, they heard the sound of worship, the echoes of reverence, as if all beings in the world were chanting the name of a female emperor.
Was it this woman before them? A female emperor!
Even across the vast expanse of time, separated by immeasurable eras, the people of her time still remembered her. Hazily, their voices had reached here!
According to ancient immortal legends, there was an unverified tale: those with unparalleled merits, who had once saved all living beings in the world, would be surrounded by such worship, unceasing in life or death.
Even across space and time, even if her corpse sank into the abyss of the universe, these voices would guide and reveal her whereabouts.
What had this woman done? Who was she? Had she single-handedly saved the world, thus earning this eternal worship?
Wasn’t this supposed to be reverence for the departed? Yet she seemed alive!
A female emperor!
Shi Hao and the golden little ant heard it—countless voices chanting, honoring a female emperor, a woman who had once been peerless in grace and power!
“She’s here. Did she create this passage of time?”
If true, it was unimaginable—what kind of earth-shattering power was this?
To duel across the river of time, separated by a void of severed space, was already a myth among myths. How many in history could achieve such a feat?
And if she had forcibly forged a passage, merging past, present, and future into one path—that was simply inconceivable!
Moreover, strictly speaking, it was impossible!
Ancient sages had once deduced that such a thing was unfeasible. To attempt it would require cataclysmic upheaval, reversal, and destruction—utterly unattainable.
Doing so would truly disrupt all realms, annihilating the heavens.
Theoretically, it was impossible.
Yet, how had this white-clad female emperor achieved it? Had she truly defied the heavens to forge this passage?
Or had she, by sheer chance, discovered a flaw in the fabric of the world, risking death to force her way through?
Boom!
Heaven collapsed, earth split, ghosts wailed, and gods howled!
As the white-clad female emperor approached, all manner of celestial phenomena manifested—utterly awe-inspiring. Scenes of her slaying supreme experts, blood raining down, gods and demons perishing en masse, corpses piling up.
The golden little ant was terrified. Moments ago, it had thought her an ethereal spirit, a banished immortal. But now, it witnessed not only her sharpness but also her ruthless methods!
Crack!
At this moment, the passage of time became unstable, on the verge of shattering, unable to endure in this world.
“Disaster! We’re doomed!” The little ant paled. If the passage exploded, they would be obliterated, not even their souls remaining—erased from eternity.
“Shh!”
The white-clad woman acted, raising a finger. Immortal light spread, seeking to stabilize the passage.
“It’s her!” Finally, as the woman moved, Shi Hao’s doubts surged to their peak, and realization struck. He recognized her.
The white-clad female emperor—she had once saved him on the battlefield of immortals!
Three years ago, in those ruins, a titan from the other shore of the world had struck across time, standing at the river’s end to attack downstream.
At that time, Shi Hao had been on the brink of death. Then, a peerlessly domineering white-clad beauty had emerged, repelling the terrifying being from upstream.
Though Shi Hao had suspected earlier, he hadn’t dared confirm until now, when she acted. Only then did he truly understand—that sharpness, that unyielding, unrivaled demeanor of a female emperor—he had only ever seen it in one person.
The void collapsed, the passage still unstable. The blades of time slashed forth, seeking to annihilate Shi Hao and the little ant.
At this critical juncture, several small paper boats, folded from black paper and stained with blood, drifted gently through the chaos, arriving beside them. The vivid blood droplets instantly stabilized the area!
Time froze, space solidified—everything was suspended in that moment.
A few small paper boats had resolved the crisis, saving Shi Hao and the golden little ant, stabilizing the passage.
Such divine power was unparalleled, supreme beyond compare.
As she drew near, the mist of immortality dispersed, but her face remained obscured. A magical artifact transformed—now a sword, now a mask, now a ring, now a demonic jar—shifting endlessly before her.
Finally, a bronze mask appeared on her face. The artifact seemed alive, clinging to her, exuding an aura of profound mystery.
Her true visage remained unseen. The bronze mask was peculiar—bearing both tears and a smile, intertwined, captivating and stirring the heart.
Was she also the one who folded the paper boats?!
Shi Hao was stunned, his mind roiling with shock. By the Kun Peng’s nest, a luminous gate had continuously released small paper boats along the river—had she folded them?
His heart was in turmoil. What was happening? The one who had struck across time was also her? Shi Hao felt as though time itself was unraveling!
What had truly happened in the distant past?
“Ancient immortal secrets record unfathomable mysteries. Perhaps some can achieve it—using the worship of all beings to protect their true selves or corpses, to reincarnate, separating spirit and corpse, wandering through the chaos of antiquity.”
The little ant murmured as if in a dream, spouting disjointed words.
It felt it had witnessed something its father’s notes had only hinted at—something that might exist only in conjecture.
“You… wanted to see us?” Shi Hao asked, his voice trembling. He truly didn’t understand why this was happening.
Yet, faintly, he sensed a connection. Otherwise, why would she have saved him before? Could it truly be coincidence?
Meeting twice was no longer mere chance!
The woman remained silent. Her beautiful, ethereal eyes deepened, gradually obscured by immortal mist until even the cold bronze mask faded from view.
For some reason, Shi Hao sensed her emotion—disappointment!
“You made a mistake, didn’t you? Perhaps what you seek is among these artifacts on me,” Shi Hao said.
“Guided here, but not at the right time,” the white-clad female emperor spoke, her voice like celestial music yet chilling, carrying immense regret.
At that moment, the artifacts around Shi Hao floated up, then retreated. From his body emerged a single drop of blood, within which thunder roared, shaking the heavens!
Shi Hao was stunned. He had considered everything—except this drop of blood!
Once, a cauldron had appeared, swirling with the essence of all things, its nine-colored immortal light overshadowing the world. It belonged neither to the past nor the present. It had sought Shi Hao, leaving behind this drop of blood!
This very drop!
The golden little ant nearly cried out. So, falling into the passage of time was because of this drop of blood on Shi Hao.
“You’re searching for this drop of blood?” Shi Hao asked.
The white-clad woman’s hair cascaded like a waterfall, each strand shimmering with stars, as if she stood within an ancient cosmos—its sole sovereign.
“The right person, the right place, but met at the wrong time,” she said, sighing with the loneliness of eternity.
Shi Hao nearly shouted. She had been searching for him? It was incomprehensible. What did she want?
“I’m right here, facing you. Speak plainly,” Shi Hao urged.
“Words are useless. You are not yet yourself. The wrong time will erase everything, returning you to the beginning,” the female emperor said. Normally reticent, she spoke at length now.
“Why? We’re but a step apart. What can’t be said? What isn’t clear?!” Shi Hao shouted, refusing to believe.
“Between us, a single step may span an era. Are you prepared to take it?!” the female emperor asked.
“What… are you saying?!” Shi Hao exclaimed.
“One step, one era. Can you cross it? As you are now, can you achieve it? In the end, all will be erased, leaving no trace, no memory,” the white-clad female emperor declared.
Then, she fell silent, lifting her ethereal foot.
One step, one era—such words terrified the golden little ant, making it believe some of its father’s notes held truth!
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