I Am Overlord

”The power of time is too terrifying.
If a cultivator manages to comprehend this power, they would probably become undefeatable.
Who can hope to stop such a cultivator? ” 

The dao of time only existed in legends.
Only the ultimate geniuses with the best physiques during the primordial times had been able to cultivate this dao.
In fact, no time cultivator had appeared again in the distant ancient past, the ancient past, and the present era.

One could say that being able to even feel the dao of time was a massive opportunity for Xiang Shaoyun.
After adjusting his condition, he reached out for a different marking, sensing a different change this time.
To be born, to grow old, to get sick, and to die.
Happiness, anger, sorrow, and joy.
Time flowed constantly, and the heaven and the earth were the only constant.

After witnessing different sceneries, living through different experiences, and experiencing different passages of time, Xiang Shaoyun's memories from his two past lives and present life became much clearer in his head.
He saw the model of time, and he learned more about cause and effect, allowing him to get a clearer look at the memory fragments he had buried in the river of time.

The memories of his conflict against the top organizations of the eight regions became exceptionally clear.
Back then, he was encircled by the eight super experts beyond the Saint Realm.
His Overlord Skyslaying Saber was broken in the battle, and he ultimately met his end with the destruction of his entire body.

If he hadn't made all his preparations prior to his death, he wouldn't have been able to reincarnate and leave his inheritance for this life. 

After experiencing the enlightenment from the markings, the three lifelines on each of his palms became incredibly clear, proving his identity as someone who had lived three lives.

Very few people could awaken their memories from two past lives.
Someone like that was most definitely the pet of the heavens.
Such past memories would greatly enhance one's life experience.
It was extremely important for any cultivator and ensured the cultivator would make fewer mistakes in cultivation.

Standing before the stele, Xiang Shaoyun had his eyes shut as he recalled everything he had experienced earlier.
Unknowingly, an ancient aura started radiating from his body.
He still looked youthful, yet he felt like an old man.
Or to be precise, he now seemed much more mature and reliable.

However, experiencing all that did not mean that he could manipulate the power of time and rescue the old man, the eight-winged bee, and the flower fairy.
Currently, they were on the verge of death.
They no longer had the energy to even speak.
All they could do was keep their eyes open, maintaining the final bit of clarity they had and hoping that a miracle would appear.
Without a miracle, this would be their end.

After all, they were in a completely different situation than Xiang Shaoyun.
They were suppressed by the restriction while Xiang Shaoyun wasn't.
Thus, they couldn't leave the restriction and could only helplessly wait for death.

After an indeterminate amount of time, Xiang Shaoyun opened his eyes.
Strands of radiance swirled in them, as though he had gained a lot from the stele.
He soared into the sky, heading toward the very top of the stele.
When he reached the top, he saw two deep palm prints on it.
Those two palms were the key to the stele's secret. 

Without hesitation, he reached for the two prints.