Chapter 406

How about it, can you still go berserk now?

Gu Han gave a faint smile and grabbed the clump of gas that had directly materialized in the Kunpeng's palm.

The gas struggled wildly.

But no matter how he struggled, he could not break free from Gu Han's grasp.

Gu Han snapped his fingers, and a ball of fire condensed in his palm.

He placed the fire beneath the gas, and the gas soon let out a heart‑rending scream.

"You, you stop dreaming!"

A hysterical voice came from the gas,

"Even if you kill me… I won't tell you a single word!"

"Still pretty tight‑lipped."

Gu Han snorted coldly, feeling a bit regretful that he hadn't brought Gu Pan along this time.

Otherwise, he wouldn't believe this tiny gas could withstand the dual ordeal of ice and fire!

But even just his own flame kept making the gas scream continuously.

Until later, even the shouting voice grew feeble.

"Such a fanatic's will is actually this steadfast."

Even Gu Han couldn't help but sigh, glancing at Little Wolf beside him.

"Little Wolf, make him recall all the painful things he has experienced in this life; I won't say stop, so don't stop."

Hearing this, the gas, which had been quiet, again let out a disdainful sound.

Recollection?

If recollection could kill, the God of Time would already be invincible!

How could the King of Creation possibly place the purpose of the first stop on the God of Time!

Even the God of Time's immersive recollection, he does not fear.

Moreover...

Before his thought even settled, he felt he had arrived in a familiar scene.

The scene was filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers; all the villagers lived in peace and contentment, immersed in a harmonious atmosphere.

His expression changed drastically; this vivid feeling was as if he had truly returned to the past!

But having experienced all this, he knew a large army would soon arrive!

And under those iron hooves, this village would be destroyed in a blaze of war.

His family would all perish in this war.

He ran frantically toward the direction of his home in memory, hoping to save everything.

But in the end, he was still a step too late.

When he approached the gate, war drums thundered!

Iron hooves have arrived!

He could only watch helplessly as the iron hooves passed, everyone in the village dying beneath them.

Yet he could see a baby in swaddling clothes, stuffed under a broken wall, barely preserving a life.

That swaddled boy was none other than his later self.

Not giving him a chance to feel sentimental, the scene before him flickered.

He then reappeared at the village entrance.

"Hey, melon brat, who are you looking for?"

This time, a voice from deep within his memory sounded in his ear.

He turned his head and saw it was the elderly village chief.

He seemed to have grasped a lifeline, hastily saying to the village chief,

"Village chief, I am Wang Qihang from the future; a great army will soon pass through, and the village will be affected—please quickly gather everyone and leave here."

The old village chief looked at Wang Qihang's anxious expression, yet harbored deep doubts.

From the future?

He knew the newborn infant of the Wang family west of the village, little Wang Qihang, who had just been born not long ago.

But that little fellow, could he have later received the God of Time's grace, enabling him to return to the past?

The village chief pondered, but did not immediately order the villagers to flee; instead, he earnestly said to Wang Qihang,

"Since the divine being has granted you the power to return to the past, you should know that everything in the world follows its own course."

"You, coming from the future, cannot possibly change everything that is destined to happen here."

"If the past could be changed at will, wouldn't the divine being be able to arbitrarily alter the past? Then this world would surely have fallen into chaos."

Seeing the village chief so stubborn, Wang Qihang grew even more anxious, like an ant on a hot pan.

But no matter what he said, the village chief clung to his opinion!

Just then, the earth suddenly seemed to tremble.

Wang Qihang's heart sank to the depths; the great army pressed upon the border!

He could only watch helplessly as everything that had once happened unfolded again before his eyes.

Countless familiar faces collapsed before him; Wang Qihang's nails dug into his flesh, hating his own inadequacy.

He had not failed to try, relying on his present strength to see if he could resist these armies.

But even as he is now, he can at most fend off a force of a few hundred.

Facing those fiendish generals wielding lances.

Even if he could fend off one or two of them.

Against the combined force of three or five brave generals, he could only surrender helplessly.

Moments later, Wang Qihang appeared once more at the village gate.

This time, Wang Qihang didn't even plan to waste words with the village chief.

He seized the village chief, tucked him under his arm, and dashed wildly into the village.

"Everyone of Fragrant Rice Village, gather at the south gate!"

Wang Qihang bellowed, his mighty voice instantly carrying across the whole of Fragrant Rice Village.

Many villagers who were laboring heard the sound and their faces slightly changed.

Their Fragrant Rice Village, though lying within the domain of Destiny Chong Yuan, is still far from the Destiny Divine Hall.

Thus, although they know that strong individuals exist in this world, they have never actually seen one.

A strong person capable of instantly projecting their voice across the whole of Fragrant Rice Village is something they have never even heard of.

Amidst curiosity, countless villagers set down their chores and hurried to the south gate.

Wang Qihang, meanwhile, was the first to rush toward his own home.

Even if he cannot save the whole village, he must save his own family!

That way, he won't end up growing up in an orphanage.

In the orphanage, he would be bullied, with no one to back him up.

When he reached his doorstep, he saw his parents, who had died before his eyes many times.

At that moment, his parents were in the courtyard tending to the infant Wang Qihang still in swaddling clothes.

Wang's father lifted his head and happened to see Wang Qihang seizing the old village chief, his expression instantly shifting.

He grabbed a hoe from the wall corner and glared at Wang Qihang,

"Who are you? Put down our village chief at once!"

Wang Qihang looked at his father, who now saw him as an enemy, and felt only an unspeakable bitterness.

He drew a deep breath, his voice bitter as he said,

"Father, an army has already surrounded Fragrant Rice Village outside; we must leave at once!"

"If we delay even a little, it will be too late!"

Wang's father regarded Wang Qihang with skepticism,

"What did you just call me?"

If it weren't for the resemblance in Wang Qihang's brows and eyes, he would have already rebuked him.

But because of their similar appearance, he did not directly contradict him.

"Father, there's no time to explain; quickly take Mother and come with me."

Saying this, Wang Qihang burst into the courtyard, seized Mother, and ran toward the village outskirts.