"Old servant is ashad, not knowing how this thief entered the Enlightennt Pavilion." Spirit Servant’s forehead touched the ground, his body trembling uncontrollably.
Despite being an existence of the Immortal Realm, he was truly no different from an ant before the Master of Spirits.
"Reverse!"
Rumble!
The voice of the Master of Spirits echoed, causing the void to twist to the utmost, as if ti itself were reversing.
Buzz!
Heaven and Earth spun, scenery transford, seemingly reversing ti at this mont. Ye Xuan’s figure reappeared, yet it was rely a past scene, not reality.
Even from this, it was evident how terrifying the Master of Spirits was; with just a simple gesture, he could reverse recent events.
"Indeed so have entered here!"
Spirit Servant abruptly raised his head, face obscured by darkness, for his oversight was appalling, failing to notice how the other had entered the Enlightennt Pavilion.
"Hmm?"
"Why isn’t his appearance clear?"
Zi Ling gazed at Ye Xuan in confusion, but Ye Xuan’s form was extrely vague, only a silhouette could be seen, yet his face was indistinct.
It must be said, the Chaos Star Master’s legacy is indeed formidable. Though the Master of Spirits reversed the past scene, Ye Xuan, by utilizing the Mysterious Light Mirror inscribed with Chaos Star Patterns, entered this place, leaving none aware of how he appeared, nor could his face be manifest.
"Is it him?"
Suddenly, a shadow appeared explosively on the ninth level of the Enlightennt Pavilion, none other than the supre Master of Spirits.
Yet, at this mont, the Master of Spirits cared not whether the Spirits Immortal Scripture was stolen, but rather he intensely stared at Ye Xuan’s indistinct silhouette, even his own aura beca chaotic instantly.
It was as if the Master of Spirits recognized Ye Xuan, as if they had once t face to face.
"Impossible!"
Suddenly, the Master of Spirits whispered coldly, yet an instinctive aura surged out, an unbearable supre pressure emanated, causing Spirit Servant and Zi Ling to kneel anew.
"Not existent in the future, vanished in the past, he was but an ethereal being; can this person truly exist in the world?" The Master of Spirits’ aura was heavy, his whispers incomprehensible.
"Could it be... could this person be of the present era?" The Master of Spirits speculated, an oppressive aura subtly arising.
"Spirit Master, do you recognize this person?"
Spirit Servant probed inquiringly, for the Master of Spirits was ever lofty, showing no ripple in any circumstance, no one nor nothing ever capturing his attention.
Yet now, rely a thief could cause such transformation in the Master of Spirits, an utter incredibility.
"Spirit Servant, do you recall that ultimate duel?" The Master of Spirits silently paused for three breaths, then slowly spoke.
"Naturally, in that ultimate duel, you ascended to supre strength, thus beca the Master of the Tenth Epoch." Spirit Servant hurriedly bowed and respectfully replied.
"Then do you rember the one who fought last?" The Master of Spirits spoke with gravity.
"Is it him?"
Spirit Servant seed to recall sothing, trembling with terror, his lips quaking at the apex, as though recalling an exceptionally frightening matter.
"You... you an the thief is the one who engaged in that ultimate duel with you?" Spirit Servant asked frightfully, hardly daring to believe such absurdity.
"Impossible, definitely impossible, wasn’t that person vanished back then? Besides, if this thief truly were him, with his past cultivation there’s no need to steal your Spirits Immortal Scripture!" Spirit Servant trembled vocally.
"It cannot be wrong, definitely cannot be wrong. These two share similar auras, though the one stealing the Spirits Immortal Scripture today is exceedingly weak, this lord cannot mistakenly sense."
"He is of the present era; unbelievably, he is of the present era!" The Master of Spirits whispered heavily, his aura wildly fluctuating, proving the extent of his emotional turmoil.
No one knew the Master of Spirits bore an astounding secret hidden within, one concerning the ultimate duel that enabled his Chaos Dao to transcend as eternal supre on that day.
That day.
Ye Lingtian traversed the path paved by the bodies of mighty dominators, aiming unwaveringly for the eternal supre seat of the Tenth Epoch, engaging in the so-called ultimate duel.
Sect divine sons, Chaos powerhouses, sect hierarchs from all directions, starry sky beast gods, all prostrated under Ye Lingtian’s feet, poised as he transford into eternal supre, one individual’s appearance shattered his invincible myth.
That day, Ye Lingtian never forgot, nor would he forget, even after over a billion years, though he was eternal supre at the zenith, that past remained in his heart.
On that day, the River of Ti roared, a desolate ancient silhouette ca from its end.
No one knew his past, nor his future, nor his identity.
He rely stood upon the waves of Ti, gazing down at himself, a battle shattering the heavens comnced between them.
Ye Lingtian always believed himself undefeated, asking which celestial enemy could be his rival?
Never defeated in this life, yet facing this person from the River of Ti, he truly lost, utterly and thoroughly lost.
A crushing defeat, a naked crushing defeat, shattered all of Ye Lingtian’s pride.
The ultimate duel devastated the Chaotic Universe millions upon millions of miles, stars fell, the starry sky collapsed, even in extre ascension, wishing to annihilate this unparalleled adversary, he proved insufficiently matched.
Bloody skies, broken body, Ye Lingtian first truly fell before another.
Desperate, roaring at the sky.
Ye Lingtian demanded this person’s identity, yet received no answer.
That duel was Ye Lingtian’s sole defeat, a defeat unbearable, for it deprived him of the qualification of eternal supre.
That day, he awaited the advent of death, but was shocked by the occurrence thereafter.
This person from the River of Ti departed, returning quietly to the River, while Ye Lingtian incredulously beca eternal supre.
But Ye Lingtian was unresigned, unresigned to losing to this person, indignant at receiving his favor, frenziedly demanding why this mysterious figure spared him, but the person left only a faint statent.
"Reversed the River of Ti, shattered ancient Heaven and Earth, eternally solitary, the void empty, in the future perhaps we will et again, or perhaps never again."
The River of Ti roared away, the mysterious figure vanished along, Ye Lingtian finally realized, this person did not belong to his era.
Yet that duel remained the Master of Spirits Ye Lingtian’s eternal pain, the greatest humiliation of his life, for he knew not his defeat’s opponent.
After attaining the Dao, Ye Lingtian personally visited the Space-Ti Divine Palace, hoping the Master of Space-Ti might provide an answer, desiring another duel with the mysterious figure.
Unfortunately, the Master of Space-Ti remained silent, offering no ntion of the mysterious figure, ultimately making the Master of Spirits leave empty-handed.
Yet today, the thief entering the Enlightennt Pavilion bore an aura extrely akin to that person’s, although giving him a sense of utter weakness, the Master of Spirits was greatly confident, they were undoubtedly the sa person.
For he was so familiar with that person’s aura, even over a billion years had not erased it from mory.
"He is of the present era! He is of the present era!"
"Hahaha!"
"We are destined to et soday, this ti I’ll never lose to you!"
Suddenly, the Master of Spirits laughed wildly, disappearing instantly, leaving Zi Ling and Spirit Servant bewildered in position, unaware of the events concerning the Master of Spirits.
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