Chapter 20
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The current from the river of time was like a majestic sweeping force and one wrong move, Yao would be done for.
He grabbed his makeshift boat tight, his third eye, spinning like his life depended on it. And finally, the current of the river stopped, giving Yao a breathing space– bringing peace to the surface of the river.
Yao did not even know for how long he had been holding his breath, but it had to have been very long because his lungs were burning now. He had yet to transmute his true qi to spirit qi, so he had not entered the dao of spirit. So for now, he can be considered as a mortal cultivator unless he's stepped into the dao of spirit.
He breathed in rapidly. He did not know whether something would attack him or not– he did not care whether he would be attacked. Right now, his main problem is surviving the river of time. The thing is, any other attack coming from the peak of the slope will only end up being swallowed by the river. So no matter how many times Yao exhales, it doesn't matter.
Yao controlled the boat further, sailing through the now calm, river of time. But all of a sudden, he turned behind him and his pupils shrank rapidly.
His boat was slowly being erased, which means— he was losing a significant amount of spirit energy.
Already, he had a boundless amount, but it didn't matter how boundless it seemed, it could be exhausted.
The further he journeys through the river, the more terrified he becomes and then…
He did not continue to use the boat. He made it dissipate into nothingness while he is being suspended in mid air by an unknown power.
Then, the surface of the river distorted and space was changed.
The moment that happened, Yao's soul of sword manifested and with terrifying power, the sword slashed down at the river of time.
Yao watched the sword move at blinding speed and then, chilling ripples moved through the surface as the sword pierced through it that a powerful storm of water was raised into the air.
Yao smiled and manifested his inner world into reality.
The moment his inner world became a reality, the water that had separated from the actual river was caught and trapped in the formless sky of Yao's inner world and just beneath the black canvas situated there, gray lines of time swirled around endlessly.
Yao quietly and confidently touched the gray strands and he vanished from his position, appearing upon the sloped mountain range again.
Yao did not know how much time had passed, but he realised that he had really spent a lot of time here within Zicuen Mountain and needed to come out. In fact, he no longer needed the ancient techniques knowing full well that beneath the mountain is compounded by horrors, dangers and impossible threats to his life.
Right now, nothing matters more than to simply save his life, especially after surviving the river of time.
Yao breathed in and out.
“Is there no other way to leave this place?”
And he felt that chill again. This chill reminded him that he was now back on the sloped mountain range so, whenever he exhales, the threat would simply aggravate and Yao would either have to sort himself out or survive the river of time once again.
Yao shuddered.
‘Survive the river of time?’
He'd rather be attacked by that spear from earlier than face the river of time.
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