Necropolis Immortal

ding away.
It wouldn’t protect Lu Yun in its absence, so there was no point to the eleven potentates further suppressing the tower.

The Yang Potentate was the first to make his move.
Encompassed within his punch was a vast meaning as infinite as the pure seas.
He was a hundred million kilometers up in the sky one second and in front of Lu Yun the next.

The river of time crumbled away when the potentate’s blow landed on it.

Too strong.

The potentate was so strong that he stood at the apex of the third realm.
He was one tiny step away from piercing through the barrier around the Hongmeng.
But currently, his strength was infinitely close to the void refinement level of the fourth realm.

The overlord of Ice had passed on the method of nothing to Lu Yun, but the ten inches of time came from the Hongmeng.
The Yang Potentate might not have approached if the entire river of time was present; a mere ten inches wasn’t enough to deter him.

“I see.” A trace of understanding wove into Lu Yun’s thoughts as he looked at the Yang Potentate’s snarling face.
“If there is no time, then there is no changing of the times.
Anything would forget their original intent and motivation after all these years.”

Once upon a time, the ten divine nations had come to be in order to protect the Hongmeng.
They would suppress the ten fissures to safeguard all beings within the realm.
But after all these long years and lacking the memories of time, they’d forgotten what their original purpose was and who they were.

Perhaps they’d grown tired or had come to hate their mission.
Perhaps they’d changed to pursuit of self interest and now collected the strength of the realm to break through the barrier and escape this prison.

It was what had happened to the Ten Valleys of Evil.

The Dao King hadn’t opposed them simply so he could seize the world of immortals, but because the valleys had changed.
If it wasn’t for the Immortal Region exerting pressure and keeping them away from other matters, the ten valleys might’ve lived up to their name and become a major pestilence in the Hongmeng a long time ago.

Boooooom!

An earth-shattering explosion sounded.
Lu Yun’s river of time completely broke apart, but so did the Yang Potentate fly backward.
A pair of scarlet hammers had appeared in front of the young man.
Though they burned with flames, their core was pale-blue ice.

Everyone saw the blazing hammers of ice in Lu Yun’s hands—the Glacial Fire Hammers.

“That’s Feng Feifan’s weapons of sequence! What’s it doing in the Immortal King’s hands?!” shrieked the Terra Potentate.

“Feng Feifan is the Immortal King and the headmaster of immortal dao!” called out the Curse King, still standing off against the Dao King.
“He used the mistress’ cultivation method of three lives to cultivate his past, present, and future selves.
Feng Feifan is his past self that was sent to the mythological realm!

“He sired the Purple King in the past.
The Purple King is the son of the Immortal King!”

“What?!” Collective gasps of shock sounded through the realm.

The mistress’ cultivation method of three lives?

There was no time in the Hongmeng, so it was almost impossible to travel to the past or future.
But the mistress of the Hongmeng had done it, and she’d traveled from the historical Hongmeng to the present day world of immortals.
The Dao King hadn’t been able to find any trace of her no matter where he searched.

“I see.” The Fish King in Azure Dragon City finally understood what was going on.
His past self! “Then my master will surely show himself for this.”

etvolare's Thoughts

Seems like everything's coming to a head…
I think we're done with the third realm after this?