Chapter 90: with translation of chapter title

In the void sea, the war flying vessel cuts through waves and shatters all obstacles.

That towering wave, each surge and fall, is essentially the countless worlds bred within Honghuang; as ages advance, their shifting positions create spatial shifts that coalesce into an unstoppable mighty force, aimlessly surging in the void, threatening to drown any who would swim across.

Regardless of the void's birth and death, the Myriad Heavens rising and falling, and the terrifying power that could shock the world being unleashed, the flying vessel remains calm and steady, unmoving and unwavering, advancing smoothly toward its destination.

Although it is not a great shaman personally displaying divine powers to take us through space and time, reaching Kunlun in an instant… but given the speed of this immortal vessel inscribed with a trace of Great Luo Dao markings, at most thirty years will pass before we reach our destination.

Fengxi calmed down from the joy of having escaped the dragon's pool and tiger's den, and began to think about other matters.

As an old driver who once served as a charioteer for the ancestral shamans, familiar with a rough map of Honghuang, and now possessing an innate spiritual treasure, he could easily estimate the general route.

Thirty years!

At most thirty years, he will be able to go to Kunlun Mountain to start work, truly have close contact with some great figures renowned throughout Honghuang, even receive their instruction—at least he is an exchange student, and still represents the colossal power of the Wu Clan; not to mention other things, the treatment in terms of instructors will not be poor.

"Thirty years… just open and close your eyes and it's gone."

Thirty years of time is really nothing in the ages of Honghuang.

When immortals and gods enter seclusion, without a thousand or eight hundred years, how can they call it seclusion?

Not to mention seclusion, even playing a game of chess, if it doesn't last a hundred years before a winner is decided, it will be judged as a rotten chess pot.

Watching chess like the rotten millet… over a hundred years of victories and defeats, laughing at the unfinished game on Ke Mountain!

However, just as Fengxi was preparing to go to his assigned room to rest a bit, a soft, gentle female voice floated out, echoing in the ears of every young shaman present.

That was the intelligent core of the immortal vessel, reminding the passengers aboard.

"Please note… Vessel number 1119-10085 will activate the cosmic light dao pattern and enter the River of Time… countdown initiated—10, 9, 8…"

When the countdown ended, the immortal vessel shuddered violently, brilliant light burst forth, piercing the void's dao realm, and entered—the River of Time!

Fragments of time swirled and danced around the vessel's entire body—a scene too dreamlike, too unbelievable!

Fengxi silently held up his jaw, which was almost dislocated.

He is a shaman with experience; what great wind and waves has he not seen?

At Fuxi the Great Sage's place, he had seen so many golden fingers capable of carrying people through time and space; now seeing such a warship, what is there to find strange?

Normal! Normal!

"Normal my ass…"

Fengxi let out a soft sigh from the depths of his heart.

"Who knows how many years Fuxi the Great Sage spent fishing to gather just this little… looking at the numbers here, the amount of these warships in the clan might easily reach a hundred million!"

"The ancestral shamans, the great shamans… they're all filthy rich!"

"But with so many warships, can they actually operate them all?"

"Probably not… that way, someday I might be able to relieve the elders' worries and successfully become a captain?"

"Ah… this beautiful hull, how elegantly curved it is; this sparkling deck, how dazzling!"

"Most importantly… this power!"

"No matter what firepower is mounted on it, just the impact of this warship's hull slamming into you—without using Pangu's law form or the prerequisite of the Nine Axes of Opening Heaven—even if a hundred of me were stacked together, we'd all end up as mosaic…"

A hint of crystal glimmer appeared at the corner of Fengxi's mouth.

Such a luxurious warship undoubtedly made him covetous and eager.

"If we could have such a ship, future supplies would at least be acceptable…"

He watched the warship sail into the River of Time, achieving a leap in speed by transcending temporal sequence, its arrival time at the destination compressed from thirty years to possibly just a few days, and he reached out his claws to touch it over and over.

Until at that moment, the warship seemed to have struck something in the River of Time, emitting a terrifying roar, which finally drew Fengxi's attention away.

"Boom!"

At the prow, spray of time's waves flew up, accompanied by a faint, elusive hint of blood.

Fengxi poked half his body out, looked outward, and saw an enormous kun-shaped creature wailing as it fled far away in the river.

Most of its body was shattered, endless blood flowing, rippling with temporal fluctuations—even a single drop of that blood carried an astonishing pressure, enough to make Fengxi feel as if facing a formidable foe.

Yet such a mighty being suffered a heavy calamity… on its remaining corpse, a terrifying aura lingered—the culprit, unmistakably, was the immortal vessel beneath Fengxi's feet!

Clearly, this is a traffic accident—ah, no, a ship accident scene; the culprit is the Wu Clan's warship.

It almost killed the terrifying creature on the spot; the immortal vessel merely swayed slightly, then continued forward smoothly as if nothing had happened.

Only on the hull were there mottled bloodstains, exuding pressure that stirred the nearby River of Time, as if countless disturbances stirred in its misty waters.

Fengxi opened his heavenly eye, only to see all kinds of strange beings—species that grow within the ages—beginning to frenziedly flee from the immortal vessel.

Having seen the kun earlier already surprised him, but he could still barely accept it.

Now seeing endless beings and abundant species, he felt his worldview refreshed in an instant.

"The River of Time… is it really this lively?" Fengxi blurted out, feeling incredulous.

"Why not?" a low, rich voice sounded; unbeknownst when, Mu had already walked to his side and stood shoulder to shoulder with him.

"I thought the River of Time was a private preserve of the supreme Great Luo, devoid of any living beings…"

"How could that be?" Mu exclaimed in astonishment, "The greatness of life strives to survive anywhere… the River of Time is far more lively and prosperous than you could imagine."

"It's my shallow understanding." Fengxi sighed, "Preconceived notions, imagination running ahead."

"It's fine… go out more, walk more, look more, enrich your experience." Mu said dismissively, "Knowledge requires accumulation."

"I understand." Fengxi nodded, while curiously observing the beings in the River of Time, "How do they manage to exist in the River of Time… how did they evolve? What about food? Are they strong or not?"

"These beings… some are innately attuned to the temporal law, naturally born as Heaven and Earth of Honghuang push them forth." Mu said lightly, "But such are rare… either they are innate divinities, or they are unique species found nowhere else under heaven and earth."

"And the rest? Most have some acquired karma within them, having once borne the heaviest history, the most glorious ages…"

This great shaman spoke with an archaic tone, his voice weathered, carrying an eternal, timeless charm, an enlightened openness that sees through the mundane.

"Go look, look closely… use the power of your innate spiritual treasure to examine each and every wave."

"Then you will know… just how heavy the weight of this River of Time truly is."

"It is not merely a stage for the Great Luo's authority to display; it is also the final trace of memory of the countless beings that have already vanished!"

Fengxi listened, half-believing, half-doubting, activating the Nine Nether Diagram as he gazed at the countless surging waves.

In an instant, what he saw before his eyes was first hazy, then became clear.

At the same moment, Fengxi's shock was indescribable.

What did he see?

Those waves that originally looked crystal clear and translucent were actually not clear and bright.

From the perspective of a Great Luo, they each reflected civilizations and the myriad beings; some waves that shone extraordinarily bright were because a peerless hero had been born, his great achievements deeply imprinted in his small world and era, remembered by later generations.

Although perhaps these beings, limited by the shackles of their background, cannot be eternal or everlasting; they die, their Dao dissipates, they transform into the world, yet their essence and spirit have been recorded by the ages.

Fengxi relied on his Innate Spiritual Treasure, drawing a wave from Shijian Changhe…… This recorded the life of a peerless heavenly pride.

Born, rose to power, overwhelmed the world…… stunning the ages!

Finally, he collapsed.

But all of this, remembered by time, turned into a wave.

"Shijian Changhe is never tranquil." Mu Youyou said, "These waves that constantly arise and fade are each a timeline, each a manifestation of a being with decent achievements imprinted among the myriad possibilities and variables…… having reached the limit of their world."

"You also know…… how vast and grand Honghuang is." This Great Luo laughed, "Perhaps a piece of stone that looks utterly ordinary actually contains a vast universe evolving within."

"Although, such a world cannot compare to the ultimate Honghuang; the Great Dao manifested in the universe, many are hidden and cannot be comprehended; thus a hero who reaches the pinnacle in such a universe might be no match for you."

"Also, parallel spacetimes, the Myriad Heavens multiverse…… so many, so many."

"If they could break free from their original world, then it's fine…… if not, do they still fall into the ages?"

"Even, if the world itself shatters and vanishes…… could they have been completely forgotten?"

"No, that won't happen." Mu sighed softly, "The ages will remember them."

"A single wave is the reflection of a world, a civilization that nurtures the most stunning hero."

"Even if that wave eventually shatters, withers, falls back into the river, merging with the vast, boundless stellar light, appearing to leave no trace……"

"But, is that really the case?"

"No, it isn't."

"They will undergo another kind of rebirth…… the original me is not present, only leaving a shadow, but their spirit and belief will be continued, turning into mayflies in Suiyue Changhe."

"Will they still remember the past?" Fengxi dropped the wave in his hand, watching it sink and shatter, merging into the river; the vision granted by his Innate Spiritual Treasure let him see the ensuing evolution.

As Mu said, a tiny, imperceptible being…… was born!

"I don't remember……" Mu shook his head, then nodded, "However, if one can reach sufficient height, there is still hope to recall the past…… letting former beliefs continue, letting the deceased world and civilization revive again!"

People will not be resurrected, but the inheritance of spirit is imperishable!

Shijian Changhe, it is a river bearing history, a river bearing joys and sorrows, a river bearing hope!

Fengxi looked at the surging forward, never-ceasing river, crouched down, and carefully observed the countless mayflies growing, competing with each other……

They both pursue survival and pursue past memories, pursuing future glory.

When one day they recall the past, what would their state of mind be?

Perhaps, it should be joy?

(End of chapter)