AWB Chapter 917: Reverse Time
Chapter 917: Reverse Time
Seeing that all her friends had arrived, Su Xiaoya was preparing to introduce them to everyone in detail.
After thinking about it, I decided to use the time reversal technique to let everyone see it with their own eyes.
Su Xiaoya was seen walking slowly, step by step, until she reached the middle of the air, and gradually she stood alone at the highest point of the wasteland, with a vortex formed by countless fragments of time under her feet.
Su Xiaoya raised her hand slightly, and a broken sundial rose in the center of the vortex.
Uh?
Su Xiaoya was bewildered as she watched the shattered sundial suddenly appear in the center of spacetime. Had she triggered a new inheritance?
Su Xiaoya blinked her eyes. This was truly an unexpected success. However, only a fool would not take the opportunity that came to his doorstep.
In the air, the sundial pointer is like a broken-stringed harp, and the scale is like an ancient scroll eroded by wind and sand, but it still stubbornly rotates counterclockwise.
It was a divine artifact left behind by the "Lord of Time". It used to be like a fair judge, measuring the lifespans of the gods. However, during the war between gods, an arrow from outside the domain shot through its core like a meteor.
She touched the broken needle with her fingertips, and time froze instantly, as if under a spell. She saw countless possibilities for her future: perhaps rising like a phoenix from the ashes, becoming the new ruler of time; or perhaps like a caged bird, forever trapped in the land of the fallen gods...
Su Xiaoya's lips curled up, revealing a faint smile. Her hands, like iron pliers, gripped the broken needle tightly. The needle pierced deep into her palm, and blood blossomed like a red plum blossom, staining the sundial red. The hands reversed, and the sundial fragments streaked across the sky like meteors, transforming directly into a rain of light, merging into her blood.
In Su Xiaoya's sea of consciousness, the "Reverse Time Dial" technique was like the bright stars in the night sky, turning into large golden characters one by one.
The moment Su Xiaoya's fingertips touched the broken needle, everything around her suddenly fell into an eerie stillness. The suspended dust particles froze in mid-air, the distant roar of an animal was strangled in her throat, and even her own breathing seemed to have been paused. Only the sharp pain in her palm was clear as the rusty needle sank into her flesh at a visible speed, like a living thing.
Blood trickled down through his fingers, boiling instantly upon contact with the sundial. Crimson drops of blood exploded in the air, transforming into tiny plum-shaped particles of light, like ignited sparks falling into a pile of dry firewood, instantly igniting the entire shattered sundial. The cracked markings suddenly lit up with a faint blue glow, and the broken hands spun wildly, making a soft clicking sound like a jammed gear, as if to rewind the passage of time.
"Om-"
The fragments of the sundial suddenly trembled violently, and ripples of space and time appeared around its edges. Su Xiaoya felt a sharp pain between her eyebrows, as if her consciousness was being violently dragged into the abyss by an invisible hand.
The world was spinning, and she found herself in an endless sea of consciousness. Above her head was a flowing nebula, and under her feet was a rolling tide of spiritual consciousness. The broken sundial was floating in the center of the sea of consciousness, turning into an incomplete moon of light.
"boom!"
The fragments of the sundial suddenly exploded, and billions of golden lights streaked across the night sky of the sea of consciousness like a meteor shower. Those rays of light condensed into dazzling golden characters in the air, each word imbued with the majestic power of time and space, the true meaning of the "Reverse Time Sundial" technique.
The first character "逆" fell down with a loud bang, hitting the tide of the sea of consciousness, stirring up thousands of waves, and the shadow of the flow of time emerged in each wave.
Su Xiaoya's soul was lifted into the air by this force, and she watched the golden characters arranged like star tracks to form a complete diagram of the martial arts.
She saw the four characters "Time Reverses Three Breaths" transform into an ancient wooden boat, engraved with flowing star patterns. Wherever the boat sailed, the surrounding light and shadows flowed backwards.
Then the four characters "Time and Decay" condensed into a silver-grey scimitar. Wherever the blade passed, even the solid barrier of the sea of consciousness began to show signs of aging.
Just as she was trying to decipher the essence of the technique, those golden characters suddenly surged into her soul like a tide.
The first word "逆" struck Su Xiaoya between her eyebrows, and she suddenly felt as if her brain was stuffed with the entire galaxy. Countless images exploded in her mind: a crying baby in a swaddling cloth, the back of a young man holding a sword, the withered hands of an old man on his deathbed... These fragments of memories that did not belong to her pricked her nerves like broken glass, and disappeared in an instant.
"Every time I use it, my memory fades like petals in the wind..." The explanation of the technique reverberated through her consciousness like a resounding bell. Su Xiaoya suddenly realized she could no longer recall her parents' faces, and even the reason she had grasped the broken needle had become hazy. Only a strong obsession took root in her heart—she had to reach that "next destination."
The tide of the sea of consciousness suddenly surged, and the suspended golden characters began to reorganize. Su Xiaoya's soul was pulled downward by a force, and her feet stepped on the ground of the sea of consciousness that had solidified into substance.
She looked down at her palm. The wound on the palm had disappeared without a trace, but the stinging sensation was imprinted deep in her soul, turning into the fuse to practice the technique.
This is the complete inheritance of the legendary Time God's magical weapon, the "Reverse Time Sundial".
Su Xiaoya tried hard to calm herself down, struggling to regain consciousness from the chaotic vortex of time and space. She cast her gaze down at her companions, as if they were right before her, as if countless years had passed by...
At this moment, her eyes were like dark pools, as deep as the endless void, as if they could swallow everything...
The silver hair like a waterfall fluttered automatically in the windless state, like a beautiful painting unfolding behind Su Xiaoya. Every strand of hair seemed to be favored by time, wrapped in a faint halo of time, as if a god had descended to the mortal world.
Su Xiaoya closed her eyes slightly, paused for a moment, and then gently raised her head, as if she was afraid of waking up the sleeping heroic souls - they were exhausted and deserved to rest!
When Su Xiaoya raised her eyes again, the shadows of reversed hour hands appeared in her pupils. These shadows echoed with the sundial in the center of her sea of consciousness, emitting bursts of low resonance, as if telling the vicissitudes of time.
She walked forward slowly with bare feet. Wherever she passed, the "ground" of the sea of consciousness was like a frozen lake, with fragments of time and space like ice cracks appearing, and each fragment reflected a vague and mysterious picture.
Under the nourishment of the Water Elemental Spirit and the Wind Elemental Spirit, the cores of countless source stars had long since shed their gray and lifeless appearance. The faint light flickered, lighting up the void like fireflies.
The fragments of time and space emerging from the "ice surface" are indescribably beautiful and dreamy.
Looking closely, the images in those fragments are heart-wrenchingly painful—"Is that... a war between gods?"
Su Xiaoya bent down to pick up a piece of debris. The cold touch was like an electric current, going straight to her soul along her fingertips.
The fragments revealed a shocking scene:
The giant in golden armor stood as tall as a mountain. He swung his giant axe, and the axe blade was like a giant that split the world apart, splitting the stars and sending the shattered stars falling like raindrops.
The silver spear flashed with dazzling light, piercing through the god's chest like lightning, and the golden blood of the god streaked across the sky like a meteor, dazzling and brilliant;
The Jianmu tree that supported the heavens and the earth shook violently in the raging thunder and fire. Its emerald green branches and leaves withered like flowers ravaged by a fierce wind, revealing its charred trunk, as if it were an orphan abandoned by heaven and earth...
Countless creatures engaged in a thrilling bloody battle with foreign invaders. Their figures intertwined in the blood, like a tragic painting.
Su Xiaoya let out a light breath, as if to let out all the depression in her chest.
The fragments also dissipated like gauze at this moment, but more fragments of time and space emerged from the ground, piecing together the final tragic scene of the war between gods.
Su Xiaoya strolled through the ruins made up of fragments of time, as if she was experiencing the catastrophe herself.
She saw the unwilling and reluctant eyes of the gods as they fell, heard the shrill wail of divine artifacts as they shattered, and felt the violent tremors as the laws of time and space collapsed...
Suddenly, a faint light shot out from a larger piece of space-time fragment and rushed straight towards Su Xiaoya.
Su Xiaoya subconsciously raised her hand to stop it, but the faint light penetrated into her palm like a snake, and a memory rushed into her mind like a flood.
She seemed to see a god in white clothes, who, at the moment when the war between gods was about to end, exhausted his last bit of divine power, streaking across the sky like a meteor, temporarily sealing the last foreign invader like a trapped beast, but his soul was also shattered like fireworks.
And the sealed invader was none other than their old acquaintance, the omnipresent and indestructible cockroach - Shadow Demon.
In the scene, the Shadow Fiend was splitting apart bit by bit like a virus, gathering strength bit by bit like a hungry wolf, and growing stronger bit by bit...
As time passed, the seal gradually loosened and cracked like a candle in the wind...
How could the all-pervasive Shadow Demon miss such an opportunity? Seizing the moment, it transformed into countless black mists like ink, escaping like a ghost through the cracks in the seal. Like a greedy glutton, it devoured the remaining souls of the fallen foreign invaders bit by bit, growing stronger like a snowball, ready to strike back like a tiger out of its cage and escape the Land of the Fallen Gods...
Fortunately, Yu Shuheng accidentally opened a passage, allowing them to be led into this place of divine destruction. Before the Shadow Demon could achieve his goal, they worked together to annihilate him!
Su Xiaoya frowned, realizing the weight of responsibility she shouldered. This Shadow Demon definitely had more than one clone.
Hey!
There is still a long way to go!
Su Xiaoya took a deep breath, and a powerful force of time and space emanated from her body. She knew that she had to become stronger in order to prevent the impending crisis.
She turned and looked in the direction of her companions, her eyes determined. Then, she activated the "Reverse Time Dial" technique, harnessing the power of time and space to begin her cultivation.
The fragments of time and space around her rushed towards her, becoming nutrients to enhance her strength. In the ruins of this sea of consciousness, Su Xiaoya embarked on a difficult but hopeful path of cultivation.
Just as she reached the center of her sea of consciousness, a charred wooden stake suddenly rose from the debris. It was half a Jianmu stump, its surface covered in burn marks, and the broken part still bore traces of scorch marks from lightning and fire.
When Su Xiaoya's gaze fell on the stump, the peeling bark suddenly squirmed, gradually piecing together an old face, with a faint green light flickering in the eye sockets.
"Finally... a new bearer has arrived..."
An old voice echoed through Su Xiaoya's consciousness, carrying the weariness of a lifetime. Jianmu's consciousness manifested as a vague wood spirit, a withered finger pointing at Su Xiaoya's brow. "The Time and Space Dial has become fused with your blood, and the 'Reverse Time Dial' technique has been engraved into your soul. But this is only the beginning."
Su Xiaoya's soul suddenly trembled violently, and the suspended golden characters lit up again, swirling around the remaining Jianmu stump. She felt her blood boiling, and the sundial fragments that had merged with her blood began to heat up, as if burning through her flesh.
Jianmu's aged face showed a hint of relief, yet also a hint of solemnity: "Although the war between gods has ended, the cracks in the laws of time and space are still spreading. The blood in your palm has awakened the remaining spirit of the Time and Space Sundial, and also brought about the final opportunity."
As it finished speaking, a crack suddenly appeared on the "ground" of Su Xiaoya's sea of consciousness, and a broken sword covered with rust rose from the crack, with dried golden blood remaining on the sword.
The broken sword was surrounded by three dim jade slips, each engraved with blurry runes, which was exactly what Jianmu had mentioned as the "last ray of opportunity."
"Among the broken armor and weapons, there are fragments of the laws of time and space." Jianmu's voice became weaker and weaker, and the green light in his eye sockets flickered. "Whether you can refine it and fill the shortcomings of the "Reverse Time Sundial" depends on your destiny..."
Before he finished speaking, Jianmu's consciousness began to waver like a candle in the wind. Su Xiaoya subconsciously reached out to touch the old face, but only felt a piece of dissipated sawdust.
The green light on the Jianmu stump was completely extinguished, and it turned into ordinary charred wood and fell into the tide of Su Xiaoya's sea of consciousness, leaving only the broken sword and jade slip floating in the air.
Su Xiaoya stood there, the clock hand in her pupils still slowly reversing.
She had completely forgotten who she was or where she came from. All that remained in her mind was the trajectory of her martial arts skills and her obsession with reaching the "next destination."
But when she looked at the broken sword, the old wound on her palm suddenly ached, and the fragments of the time and space dial in her blood resonated strongly, as if urging her to seize the opportunity that belonged to the heir of the Lord of Time and Space.
The tide of the sea of consciousness gradually subsided, and the golden characters of the skills were reintegrated into the soul.
Su Xiaoya walked barefoot towards the suspended broken sword, her silver hair fluttering gently in the halo of time, and her pupils reflected the reversed clock hands and broken stars.
She knew that from the moment she held the broken needle, her timeline had completely changed, and this power transmission that began in the sea of consciousness had just begun.
Su Xiaoya woke up from the inheritance, her silver hair fell like a waterfall, like the Milky Way pouring down, and the clock in her pupils reversed, as if time was flowing backwards.
She walked barefoot through the void. Wherever she passed, time, like a frozen lake, solidified into glass fragments, reflecting the final moments of the divine war. She had specially shown them to her companions. This history must not be forgotten!
The giant axe split the stars, just like Pangu creating the world; the spear pierced the chest of the God King, just like a rainbow piercing the sun; Jianmu broke in the thunder and fire, like a dead tree...
Su Xiaoya reached out and picked up a piece of time fragment, blew it gently, and the fragment dissipated like gauze.
The half-charred stump of the Jianmu tree suddenly trembled violently, and an old face emerged from the peeling bark, like the bark of a thousand-year-old tree. It was Jianmu's final consciousness, manifesting in the form of a wood spirit.
Its voice was hoarse, like the wind wailing in the hollow heart of a tree: "Gentlemen... now that we are here, make peace with it. Among the broken armor and weapons, there is still a last ray of opportunity. Whether you can bear it depends entirely on fate."