Chapter 473: Watching the River of Time Change—The Terrifying Entity Grows Annoyed

As the stream of time evolved, the world gave rise not only to the Initial Realm but also other worlds—the embryonic forms of the myriad heavens and worlds—while fragments of the shattered Initial Realm, after the First Sacred Spirit destroyed it, merged into some of these embryonic worlds.

Thus, the birth of the myriad heavens and worlds 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 Era of Tai Chu had passed.

It entered the Ancient Era, the Upper Ancient Era, the Middle Ancient Era, the Recent Ancient Era… the future…

Just as the terrifying entity did not leave, neither did Kamikawa Mitsu; the two of them stood like two celestial beings.

They gazed down upon the transformations of heaven and earth, letting the seas turn to mulberry fields, time shift, and mortal affairs swirl in chaos—witnessing tragedies of the mortal realm, sweet warmth, and cruel events, yet remaining unmoved, never interfering.

Having witnessed too much—the bitterness, sweetness, sourness, spiciness, saltiness, joys, sorrows, separations, reunions—Kamikawa Mitsu himself underwent a subtle change.

He had not become like the seven future celestial beings, who, having seen too much and witnessed too much, grew disillusioned with the world’s cruelty and turned into heartless celestial beings.

He still possessed emotion.

More precisely, precisely because he had witnessed so much, Kamikawa Mitsu was not disillusioned; instead, he felt profound reflections—the world was 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 was an unchanging law of the world.

It was impossible to have everything perfect, but the only thing one could do was not to be disillusioned, nor to control—it was to make the world’s beauty outweigh its sorrow. That was the only possible path.

To wish for a world of only beauty and no sorrow? Impossible—even if you were the supreme one, even if you were the only one—you could not achieve it.

The sentient beings of the world were countless, impossible to satisfy all; even if you established rules to bring order, and beings, bound by power, dared not break them, eliminating evil and strife from the world—

But would that truly be beautiful?

It would not.

True beauty lies in sentient beings finding joy from within; mere control and manipulation turn them into puppets—what beauty can puppets possess?

Kamikawa Mitsu’s aura now carried a trace of the sea turning to mulberry fields.

Having crossed the mortal realm, walked the netherworld, witnessed 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 once considered directly suppressing otherworldly forces or directly altering the people of Earth; all he did was guide, letting people make their own choices.

He granted them opportunities, letting them choose for themselves.

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

The terrifying entity never once looked at Kamikawa Mitsu, as if he did not exist, utterly absorbed in watching the passage of time within the River of Time—the rise and fall of the Initial Realm and the myriad heavens and worlds.

“Strange—I saw Sui Ren Shi, the First Sacred Spirit, even confirmed the identity of that immortal corpse with dual pupils and Cang Jie’s identity—I met many great figures—why didn’t I see the departed?”

The stream of time had transformed into the River of Time, its waters flowing endlessly, vast and boundless, with no visible end or origin.

The era had reached the future.

Kamikawa Mitsu saw what the future was like.

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

Without warning, Kamikawa Mitsu lifted his head and looked at the terrifying entity.

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

He did not dwell on it—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 was followed by prosperity—this was the future’s pattern: the Tai Chu era was the most brilliant, then, as time evolved, brilliance faded into decline.

By the Upper Ancient Era, though the age still seemed powerful, it was only relatively so—compared to Tai Chu, the Upper Ancient Era appeared impoverished; immortals were rare, unlike Tai Chu, where immortals and demons crowded the streets.

After the decline of the Upper Ancient Era, the Recent Ancient and modern eras neared the end of spiritual energy; the future, however, began to rise from decline toward prosperity, reviving the glory of Tai Chu.

Seeing this, Kamikawa Mitsu understood silently.

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

Kamikawa Mitsu had seen the terror of Tai Chu: even a single waterfall could give birth to or destroy a world; the past’s Tai Chu was among them, yet it could never win the original battlefield.

The reason lay in the future—the future’s brilliance rivaled that of Tai Chu.

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

In the future, many powerful beings emerged; the number of supreme beings rivaled that of the past, 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 belonged to the past, not the future.

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

Just 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 cold, emotionless eyes now held a subtle shift.

His brows slightly furrowed; though his eyes remained icy and detached, his expression revealed something—Kamikawa Mitsu instantly understood: it was annoyance.

He was annoyed…

Having observed the evolution of the River of Time from Tai Chu to the future, the terrifying entity’s curiosity had been replaced by annoyance—as if the River of Time could no longer hold his interest.

Like a child playing with a toy or a game: at first, it was fascinating; after too long, it became tedious.

Because they already knew the toy’s function, the game’s pattern—once understood, it lost meaning.

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

Though the River of Time changed with each era, its people varied endlessly—merely similar flowers, never identical individuals—this was true only from a microscopic view.

From a macroscopic view, the pattern of the River of Time’s evolution was clear: prosperity to decline, decline to prosperity.

Now, the future had reached brilliance, entered prosperity—next, without doubt, it would decline again, then rise anew, cycling endlessly.

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

This mindless, endless cycle—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 ending—why bother watching?

To regain interest, unless…

The movie’s ending differs from the spoiler.

Realizing this, Kamikawa Mitsu’s pupils contracted—he vaguely understood the terrifying entity’s possible reaction.

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