There truly exists such a person, connected to Shi Hao!
She does not belong to this era, nor to the past. She treads upon the river of time, bathed in the light of ascension, enveloped in endless chaotic energy, gazing down upon the vast expanse of eternity.
“Someone dares to stand against my might? Hah… hahaha!” In the distance, the towering figure pushing stars and moons forward stood amidst the chaos, roaring with laughter.
With that laughter, the stars around him trembled and fell, some exploding into brilliant sparks like fireworks before turning to ashes.
Such power was unparalleled—the heavens split, dark fissures spread, black holes emerged one after another, and the radiance of the stars dimmed.
Shi Hao was equally astonished. Could such a person truly exist in this world, one with an extraordinary connection to him? And she had appeared just like that!
He had always believed that if anyone were destined to stand by him, it would be the Willow God. But now, it seemed that was not the case.
A chill ran through his heart, accompanied by a deep sorrow. Could the prophetic vision he once witnessed be fated to come true?
One day, when the heavens overturned, time shifted, and the great era came to an end—when everything ceased to exist—he would stand alone at the pinnacle, solitary and invincible, facing the desolate ruins of the world.
At that time, only he would remain. A charred willow tree would serve as his backdrop, a scene of utter desolation.
Enemies, old friends, family, companions—love and hatred, joy and sorrow—all would vanish.
Vaguely, he had seen himself embarking on a solitary journey, with no path back and no road ahead.
This woman was not the Willow God. Was she someone he would meet on that path?
At this moment, facing the supreme sovereign seated in the distant past, at the brink of life and death, someone had come to his aid. Shi Hao didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Tears welled in his eyes, grief weighed on his heart. The path ahead no longer held familiar faces, only this unknown woman.
The carefree laughter and irreverence of today might one day be replaced by solemnity, for many things seemed predestined. His heart ached. If the day came when he was no longer the lively youth he was now, when he became somber and stood alone against the tides of fate—how tragic would that be? What unspeakable events would have transpired?
The mere thought sent a chill through him. It would surely be one farewell after another, watching those he cherished depart one by one.
Though someone had come to his rescue, Shi Hao felt only sorrow, for he sensed the inevitability of what was to come. His heart was heavy, suffocating.
“I believe the future can be changed. What I saw will not come to pass!” Shi Hao murmured.
The woman stood serene upon the river of history, shrouded in chaotic mist, her slender form motionless. Only her snow-white robes fluttered in the tempestuous winds.
Even her raven-black hair remained still, cascading naturally over her chest and back. She was like a sculpture of immortal jade, breathtakingly exquisite.
All who beheld her wished to see her face, yet none could.
The ghostly mask she wore was extraordinary—transcending even divine artifacts, impossible to penetrate. Even those with heavenly vision could not see through it.
The bronze mask bore an expression neither weeping nor laughing, leaving a profound impression on all who glimpsed it. It seemed to smile, yet carried tear stains—radiant yet sorrowful.
In the next moment, the mask transformed into a simple ring, unadorned and pure, floating before her, wreathed in chaotic light and mist.
Yet even then, her features remained obscured. Her very form was indistinct, as though she existed beyond the world, untouched by past, present, or future.
The ring shifted again, becoming a silent immortal sword, its killing intent concealed but undeniable—proof that this woman was not truly motionless, but possessed the will to command mountains and rivers.
Then the sword transformed once more, this time into a grand Dao treasure vase, swallowing stars and exhaling endless immortal energy.
Finally, it reverted to the mask, settling silently upon her face.
“Forged from the humblest bronze, refined into an immortal artifact, then tempered with divine essence—you flaunt your power, do you?”
From afar, the man who pushed stars and moons like a sovereign spoke, his voice resonating through the cosmos.
Seated in the distant past, with but a thought, he could sever countless stars!
The woman remained silent, her gaze unreadable. Her clear eyes, like tranquil waters, gradually brightened as they settled upon Shi Hao.
Both the woman seated beside Shi Hao and the terrifying man stiffened. Such confidence—this woman cared only for the youth before her.
“Hahaha!” The man laughed, his majesty shaking the world. “How many ages have passed? How many eras have I buried? I never thought anyone would dare face me thus. You are remarkable, woman. I would gladly have you by my side.”
Like an emperor coveting a favored consort, his words brimmed with arrogance—for how could one treat lightly a being capable of manifesting here?
Indeed, the woman shifted her gaze to him, her eyes erupting with dazzling light. In an instant, her aura transformed—she stood as a peerless empress, supreme above all, her majesty boundless.
A terrifying force surged against the river of time, crashing toward the man, stirring waves that swept stars from the heavens!
The sight was horrifying, shaking all who beheld it.
With but a breath, the woman in white eclipsed all heroes of past and present.
“How many epochs must pass before a woman like you emerges?” The man upstream sighed, wrapped in divine light and chaos.
Then his body erupted with blinding radiance, like countless suns collapsing together. The explosion birthed thousands of dazzling beams, streaking down the river like celestial rainbows toward the woman.
He had struck—unleashing countless divine techniques in an instant, all aimed at her destruction.
Shi Hao’s mind reeled. Even the woman across the stone table tensed, her heavenly eyes wide with dread. None knew better than she the horror of this assailant.
Downstream, the woman finally moved. Her jade-white right hand rose, forming a seal before striking forward.
**Boom!**
The heavens trembled. The laws of the universe bowed in submission, space and the Great Dao quivering in reverence.
No words were spoken, yet through the resonance of the Dao, three minds comprehended four words: **Myriad Transformations Immortal Art!**
They understood—this woman’s power surpassed imagination, reaching inconceivable heights. A single technique subdued the Dao, suppressed the heavens, and made the cosmos resonate with her will.
The countless beams from upstream, each representing a terrifying divine art, shattered and faded before her, dissolving into nothingness.
The scene was stupefying. So many supreme techniques, extinguished in an instant!
Shi Hao, ignorant of such realms, was merely stunned. But the woman across from him paled in terror. Such divine arts, unleashed in succession, had been nullified by a single palm? This was myth beyond myths!
“Can such a being truly rival me? Is this technique your creation? Unseen before, yet dazzling.” The man upstream, treading upon stars amidst chaos, spoke thus.
For one of his stature to call something “dazzling” spoke volumes.
The woman in white was undeniably peerless—else how could she evoke such admiration from one who had buried era after era?
**Boom!**
The woman moved. Though she appeared serene, her actions radiated supreme dominance—a true sovereign who regarded all life with indifference, unrivaled across time.
She removed her mask and cast it forth. The mask expanded into a shroud vast enough to blot out the heavens, surging upstream toward the man.
She had taken the offensive—passivity was never her nature!
**”Hmm?!”** The man was visibly startled. Caught off guard, he reacted swiftly, abandoning his earlier arrogance.
The bronze mask descended with terrifying speed, crushing stars as it enveloped him, pressing down with overwhelming force!
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