Chapter 472: You

An unspeakably terrifying entity walked forward.

Wang Zun did not know whether the terrifying entity had come for him or for the primordial heaven and earth it had birthed, nor did he have time to wonder if it was that "other player of the game."

He saw the terrifying entity stroll through nothingness; though its steps were light, each landing echoed like thunder, shaking the heavens, making nothingness itself tremble.

This was nothingness—outside the primordial era's tiny stream of time, nothingness held no concept of time, no Dao, no concept of sound.

Yet the terrifying entity's steps produced sound.

He was too terrifying.

His mere existence forcibly imposed sound upon nothingness, as if nothingness had gained sentience—when the terrifying entity arrived, nothingness shivered like a child returning home with a failed exam, trembling before its parent.

And that parent was… the terrifying entity.

He walked step by step, halting before the stream of time, his gaze fixed upon it—as if he had come solely for this single thing that had appeared within nothingness: the stream of time.

But before Wang Zun could exhale, the terrifying entity seemed to sense something, slowly lifting its head to look toward Wang Zun.

Its eyes held no expression—empty, hollow, as if not a single emotion, thought, desire, or sensation could be found within it.

If it were a living being, it resembled a corpse.

A living corpse.

The hollow gaze locked onto him; even Wang Zun felt his heart leap, yet he did not panic—he wondered whether the entity was looking at him, or merely at the nothingness in his direction.

This was not reality; nine times out of ten, it was His memory.

Soon, Wang Zun realized: the terrifying entity was looking at him—not the nothingness around him.

He felt the gaze settle upon him. Boldly, he shifted slightly to the left—and the terrifying entity turned its head in unison, perfectly following his movement.

Dread!

Horror!

Indeed, this terrifying entity was like "Cangjie"—able to perceive others observing it, and through their memories of itself, it turned back to observe the observer.

Wang Zun had believed only the Reincarnated Eyes possessed such an invincible ability, for Reincarnated Eyes were among the most mysterious talents of this age, capable of piercing all illusions.

But the terrifying entity had no Reincarnated Eyes—it achieved this through unimaginable power.

Once again, Wang Zun revised his understanding of the terrifying entity, now seventy percent certain it was the "other player of the game."

The terrifying entity's next action confirmed his suspicion.

"You've come."

The voice was indistinguishably male or female—dull, devoid of any emotion, as if the three thousand Dao paths of heaven and earth were clamoring within it; every word it spoke seemed to embody all existence.

Compared to the First Sacred Spirit and the Seven Supreme Beings of the Future, this was truly a god.

Does the terrifying entity know me?

Instantly, Wang Zun was certain: this entity was the other player of the game. It had not spoken to him—it had spoken to His former self, to Him.

Throughout all existence, only three beings knew His identity.

The deceased, the First Sacred Spirit, and the other player of the game—the terrifying entity's identity was now clear.

Wang Zun: "… "

He did not answer. In this moment, facing the greatest mastermind behind the scenes in the world, silence was better than reply—after all, he did not need to respond, and the entity seemed to have more to say.

"It's a pity you are no longer you—but it does not matter. Since you are you, even if you have become another you, you are still you."

The terrifying entity's words were cold, convoluted, yet their meaning was clear.

Then, after uttering another phrase:

"When you return, the game begins anew."

The next instant.

No more words came. Wang Zun felt the terrifying entity was gone—but it still stood before him, merely having withdrawn its gaze.

Wang Zun vaguely understood: the terrifying entity had left. The one before him now was merely a memory-shadow of Him—not the original terrifying entity.

Immediately after:

Wang Zun saw the terrifying entity arrive, its empty, thoughtless eyes fixed upon the stream of time.

It looked as if a person had encountered something novel—pausing curiously, studying it, wondering what it was and what purpose it served.

That pause lasted an eon.

The stream of time evolved—becoming a river. The primordial era passed through one long age after another, witnessing countless great events.

Primordial spirits vied for dominance, contending for heaven and earth, fighting for primordial supremacy. Sui Ren Shi passed on the sacred flame, protecting the human race—thus began humanity's golden age. From being merely noticed by primordial spirits, to being taken seriously by them, to finally being feared by them.

Eventually, the primordial spirits withdrew from this stage—their casualties had been too great.

Through the sacrifices of Sui Ren Shi and one human sage after another, humanity secured its place in the primordial era, becoming one of its dominant powers.

So heartbreaking. So arduous.

Yet, it had all been worth it.

During this time, humanity produced many powerful beings, attaining realms even primordial spirits envied. Among them, one blazed brightest: Sui Ren Shi.

He became the first human Supreme.

He transcended time.

Then, for the first time, Sui Ren Shi stepped out of the stream of time and entered nothingness.

Now, before Wang Zun stood not only the terrifying entity, but also Sui Ren Shi—the two stood extremely close, nearly shoulder to shoulder.

Strangely, Sui Ren Shi seemed unable to see the terrifying entity—or as if the terrifying entity did not exist at all, as if transparent—Sui Ren Shi did not perceive it.

This scene was astonishing, leaving Wang Zun stunned and solemn.

Without doubt, the terrifying entity's power surpassed Sui Ren Shi's by far.

Fortunately, the terrifying entity made no further move—it did not strike Sui Ren Shi, merely watching the world's changes like a filmgoer, a bystander, never interfering.

Wang Zun judged: perhaps the terrifying entity was still curious about this novel thing—the stream of time—and continued to observe it.

You have to understand, this was a terrifying being of the void, where no concept of time existed at all, so for it, watching the long changes of the world probably counted for no time at all, given that it was an immortal and indestructible terrifying existence.

It had all the time in the world to watch.

The river of years was still changing, and at the same time the eras changed along with the changes of the river of years.

Shangchuan Zun sometimes wondered whether it was the river of years stretching and changing into a long river, causing time to flow from ancient times to the present and into the future, or whether it was time flowing from ancient times to the present and into the future that caused the river of years to become a long river of years.

Unable to distinguish the relationship between the two, he simply stopped thinking about it; after all, this was not something he should be considering.

What he needed to consider now was what the terrifying being actually wanted to do, and whether the evolution of the world's years might offer some clues.

It was worth mentioning.

In these changes of the years, the Taichu era passed, and Shangchuan Zun also witnessed the birth of the First Sacred Spirit, saw the First Sacred Spirit destroy the Primordial Realm because of its mysophobia, and bore witness to the destruction of the Primordial Realm.

He also witnessed the birth of all the heavens and myriad realms.

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