Chapter 473: Watching the River of Time Transform — the Terrifying Creature Grows Impatient

As the stream of time evolved, the world gave rise not only to the Origin Realm but also other worlds—the embryonic forms of the Ten Thousand Realms—and when the First Sacred Spirit destroyed the Origin Realm, shattering it, some fragments merged into these embryonic worlds.

Thus, the birth of the Ten Thousand Realms was accelerated, indirectly hastening their formation.

"Is the First Sacred Spirit indirectly helping?" Kamikawa Mitsu thought to himself.

The River of Time continued to evolve; the terrifying entity showed no intention of leaving, deeply fascinated by the River of Time.

The Primordial Age had passed.

Entering the Ancient Age, the High Ancient Age, the Middle Ancient Age, the Recent Ancient Age… the future…

Like the terrifying entity, which did not depart, Kamikawa Mitsu also did not leave—he and the terrifying entity were like two heavens!

They gazed down upon the transformations of heaven and earth, letting the seas turn to mulberry fields, time shift, and human affairs swirl in chaos—plays of red dust tragedy, sweet warmth, cruel events—unmoved, uninvolved.

Having witnessed too much—bitter, sweet, sour, spicy, salty, joy and sorrow, parting and reunion—Kamikawa Mitsu himself underwent a subtle change.

He did not become an emotionless heaven, as the future seven heavens had, worn down by witnessing too much, disillusioned by the world's cruelty.

He still had emotion.

More precisely, precisely because he had witnessed so much, Kamikawa Mitsu was not disillusioned; instead, he felt profound reflections—the world is simply this way: where there is life, there is death; where there is suffering, there is joy; where there is darkness, there is light.

This is an unchanging law of the world.

It is impossible to have everything perfect, but the only thing one can do is not be disillusioned, not to control—rather, to make the world's beauty outweigh its sorrow. That is the only thing possible.

To wish for a world of only beauty, no sorrow? Impossible—even if you are the Supreme, even if you are the Only One—you cannot achieve it.

The living beings of the world are countless, impossible to satisfy all—even if you established rules to bring order, and under the pressure of power, all beings dared not break them, eliminating evil and conflict from the world.

But would that truly be beautiful?

It would not.

True beauty is when all beings are inwardly joyful; mere control and manipulation turn them into puppets—puppets cannot be beautiful.

Kamikawa Mitsu's aura gained a trace of the sea turning to mulberry fields.

Crossing the mortal realm, walking through the netherworld, amid the chaos of the world, he once wondered: if he had the power, should he change the world? The answer was no—he sought only his true heart, only to do well what he did, never truly suppressing or controlling.

Just as he crafted his scripts, he never considered directly suppressing other realms or directly altering the people of Earth—he merely guided, letting people make their own choices.

He granted them opportunities, letting them choose for themselves.

He did not deliberately trigger a full-scale spiritual qi revival on Earth, nor did he scatter cultivation arts or force humanity to cultivate the extraordinary. He did not do this.

The terrifying entity never once looked at Kamikawa Mitsu, as if he did not exist, utterly absorbed in watching the River of Time's changes—the Origin Realm, the Ten Thousand Realms, the passage of ages.

"Strange—I saw Sui Ren Shi, the First Sacred Spirit, even confirmed the identity of that immortal corpse with dual pupils and the identity of Cangjie—I met many great figures—why didn't I see Shi Potian?"

The stream of time had become the River of Time, its waters murmuring, boundless, endless—no end in sight, no source visible.

The era had arrived at the future.

Kamikawa Mitsu saw what was called the future.

There was no Pot of Heaven, no future seven supreme beings—nothing like the cruel future he had imagined.

Without thinking, Kamikawa Mitsu raised his head to look at the terrifying entity.

The cruelty of the future differed from the normal future he expected—the cause must lie with the terrifying entity; the chessboard was key.

He did not dwell on it—anyway, watching further would reveal the truth.

Kamikawa Mitsu continued watching.

In the future of the River of Time, as prosperity inevitably declines and extremes reverse, decline is followed by prosperity—this was the future's pattern: the Primordial Age was most brilliant, then slowly, as eras evolved, brilliance faded and declined.

In the Ancient Age, it seemed still powerful, but only relatively—compared to the Primordial Age, the Ancient Age appeared impoverished; immortals were rare, unlike the Primordial Age, where immortals and demons crowded the streets.

After the decline of the Ancient Age, the Recent Ancient and modern eras neared the End of Spiritual Qi; the future, however, began to rise from decline toward prosperity, reviving the glory of the Primordial Age.

Seeing this, Kamikawa Mitsu understood silently.

No wonder the future could wage a prolonged war with the past, neither side victorious—it was not without reason.

The terror of the Primordial Age was clear to Kamikawa Mitsu—a single waterfall's fall could birth or destroy a world; the past's Primordial Age was among them, yet never won the original battlefield.

The reason lay in the future—the future side's brilliance rivaled that of the Primordial Age.

Kamikawa Mitsu saw it: the future era was brilliant, one future age after another, growing ever more radiant, reviving the glory of the Primordial Age.

In the future, many powerful beings arose—the number of supreme beings rivaled that of the past side, their combat power earth-shattering.

In the most brilliant age of the future, Kamikawa Mitsu saw six of the seven future supreme beings; the seventh supreme being was from the past, not the future.

Utterly astonishing—a single era giving birth to six supreme beings, a marvel unmatched in past, present, or future.

Then, as Kamikawa Mitsu marveled, his gaze flickered—his calm face changed—the terrifying entity reacted.

No longer motionless, his gaze fixed on the future, his emotionless, thoughtless eyes showed a subtle shift.

His brow slightly furrowed; though his eyes remained cold and emotionless, his expression changed—Kamikawa Mitsu instantly understood his meaning: irritation.

He was annoyed…

Having observed the River of Time's evolution—from the Primordial Age to the future—this terrifying entity's curiosity had been replaced by annoyance; the River of Time no longer held his interest.

Like a child playing with a toy or a game—at first, it's fascinating; after too long, it becomes tedious.

Because they already know the toy's function, the game's pattern—once understood, it loses meaning.

The terrifying entity was in this state; Kamikawa Mitsu could feel it, for he himself had felt the same watching the River of Time's evolution.

Though the River of Time changed with each era, each age different, its beings varied endlessly—merely similar flowers, no two identical—it was only true from a microscopic view.

From a macroscopic view, the River of Time's patterns were already clear: prosperity to decline, decline to prosperity.

Now, the future had reached brilliance, entered prosperity—next, as expected, it would decline, then rise again to glory, repeating endlessly.

Kamikawa Mitsu sensed this—the terrifying entity could not have missed it.

This mindless cycle, endless repetition—the terrifying entity was annoyed.

Like watching a movie—you watch out of curiosity and uncertainty; but if you already know the ending, spoiled beforehand, you grow resistant, even unwilling to watch.

I already know the movie's ending—why the hell would I watch it?!

To regain interest, unless...

The movie's outcome differs from the spoiler.

Thinking of this, Kamikawa Mitsu's pupils contracted, and he faintly understood the possible reaction of the terrifying entity.