Otherworldly Desert Dust-Chapter 652 - 604 The Creator of the Black Navigators
"Wu Hen, adjust your mindset," said Rat.
"But they just vanished." How could Wu Hen not be emotionally affected? Xu Xia was like a little junior he personally nurtured. He thrived in the Holy Sect, and Wu Hen felt proud watching him.
This time, he entered the Infinite City. As one of the outstanding Holy Cultivators, he participated in this great mission. If he had heroically sacrificed himself in the river of history, Wu Hen might have felt a little better because it was his own choice — he contributed to all of humanity...
But he didn't even enter that period of history, and because of this dreadful Time Law, he vanished, thoroughly erased from this world.
If history's reverse correction would also wipe out his memory of him, Wu Hen might not feel sadness and desolation. Yet, his realm had already reached a high dimension, the reverse correction could alter everyone's memories of Xu Xia but not his own.
At this moment, others were praying, praying they weren't descendants of the Night Nuwa who migrated to their homeland and that their ancestors wouldn't be affected by this historical reshuffle. Wu Hen had no such worries; neither his flesh nor soul could be punished by time, as he had transcended the entire dimension. Even if his ancestors were also Nuwa's people who sacrificed three hundred years ago, he could resist history's reverse correction.
"Rest assured, we are not unprepared. Those involved in this Star Sprout Project have received Nuwa Yan's blessing. They have a chance of resurrection, and those erased, their souls will return to our Divine Realm. As long as we escape from Cang Chu's dimension, Mother Nuwa can renew their lives..." said Rat.
Could they be resurrected if they escaped the current dimension?
Wu Hen's mood improved immediately; while this mission wasn't a guaranteed success, offering hope was the greatest motivation.
"Really?" Wu Hen earnestly asked.
"Don't underestimate our Nuwa. She is a high-dimensional God; resurrecting life from our dimension isn't difficult. It's just that she was very weak before, unable to use many high-dimensional abilities. Haven't you also received a revival ability once?" said Rat.
"Does our Mother Nuwa now have the Group Resurrection Technique?" Wu Hen was both surprised and delighted.
He thought that resurrection blessing was exclusive to him, but upon closer consideration, indeed, such blessings were available for everyone. As long as Nuwa God End stayed vibrant, she would not neglect any citizen who contributed to her.
"Time, space, both have dimensional locks. Such occurrences were unexpected for us, but the remaining people's mission becomes heavier — they must leave this dimension, otherwise, they must obey the Cang Chu spacetime's causal Law, and there's no way to resurrect if that's the case..." said Rat.
"Alright, the remaining of us, let's set out!" Wu Hen nodded.
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Three hundred years ago, Infinite City.
A woman, wearing the Vermilion Bird Battle Robe, flew over the street full of rubble and debris. Her body was stained with the blood of her compatriots, and her once-fair face was covered with tea-colored blood crust, like a bloody mask, concealing her delicate and attractive features.
"Mingyi, we... still failed," a man clad in an Ancient Battle Robe approached, limping as if all his bones were shattered, moving like a paralyzed zombie.
Tears finally welled up in Mingyi's eyes. Trapped in this segment of history, she always thought she could use her wisdom and strength to change it, but in the end, everything replayed.
The deities from three hundred years ago were powerful enough to make one tremble. The immortals safeguarding Infinite City possessed unfathomable mana. She watched her ancestors die tragically, a once-glorious civilization fall overnight.
Tonight's sky was inexplicably strange.
It was like a Sky Dome mirrored by enormous night amber, reflecting an Infinite City. The city in the sky, like a Mirage, appeared peaceful. One could see silhouettes formed by clouds and mist, wearing various attires, gazing harmoniously at the full sky of stars, seemingly also observing them, past existence bathed in starlight.
"Scholars say the starlights we see come from far away, and since light takes time to travel, if we observe dazzling flares of a planet's explosion on Earth, that destruction occurred hundreds, thousands, or tens of thousands of years ago... depending on how far we are from them." Mingyi murmured, watching the different scene presented by the sky.
"Yes, by the time we observe it, everything has happened. Perhaps we were truly too ignorant, daring to use the Time Law to change this part of history. Now, we can't go back, and three hundred years later, there won't be any trace of us," said the Ancient Coiling Dragon Fighter.
"Such a pity, I once thought funerals for the dead were meaningless. Now, I somewhat envy those who have funerals after death. Being erased by the Law like us is truly sorrowful. A distant stellar destruction still turns into countless starlights, but we... are a Desert Dust in the boundless darkness of the universe. No one I knew will remember me, and three hundred years later, there won't be someone named Mingyi in that homeland." Mingyi smiled bitterly; at this moment, her eyes were the only things shimmered, greeted by the serene and harmonious Infinite City.
"High-dimensional beings won't have their memories of you erased," said the Ancient Coiling Dragon Fighter.
"But in our homeland, no one has reached the high-dimensional realm, at least before we stepped into this spacetime," said Mingyi.
"Mingyi, it's we fools who burdened you too much; you shouldn't be trapped in this already extinct history. I have sent a plea for help to people three hundred years later, hoping they can rescue you," said the Ancient Coiling Dragon Fighter.
"I... I don't care about being erased from this world. You... what have you done?" Mingyi stared in shock at her grandfather.
"I constructed a Star Map. The Star Map is interwoven by the starlights of the Cang Chu Gods, named the Star Marker. The Star Marker will guide future generations... This is the last thing we frontier people can do for our compatriots. But in the Star Marker, I fabricated a deity. The deity's codename is — Cangling."
"Cangling??" Mingyi had never heard of this codename before.
"You are Cangling! Only when they find you, trapped in this spacetime, can they find the bridge leading beyond Cang Chu... Mingyi, someone will remember you, someone will break through the chains of time to take you away from here!" The Ancient Coiling Dragon Fighter's face was full of age and affection.
"Grandfather, you're confused. The deities of Cang Chu hate us, spare no effort in eradicating us. By letting navigators three hundred years later sail along this Star Marker, you're leading our Divine Realm repeatedly into the Abyss of hostile deities... oh dear, the disasters we encountered before were all caused by you now. You can't do this!" Mingyi suddenly realized.
Why is there a group of turncoats among the navigators? They never aimed for an orderly evolution of the entire Divine Realm but led Nuwa God End into catastrophic traps time and again... These people, it turns out, were the seeds of malice planted by her grandfather when he traveled back. They thought following the Star Marker could lead to full Ascension, but they were deceived by her grandfather; eventually, they would find their way here.
To find their way here, they must use Nuwa God End's Time Travel ability, and only when Nuwa God End activates the Time Law can she return to the present world!
"Mingyi, I know I am humanity's disgrace, the creator of the Black Navigators, but for you to survive..." said the Ancient Coiling Dragon Fighter, "I thought with the power of our Douyi Star Palace, we could change the past, giving humanity a bright future. Turns out, we were just a piece of a puzzle of the past. Heaven seems to have insight into all our fool's thoughts, including us using the Time Law to overturn the universe. We are but small creatures gazing at the starlight across the cosmos; perhaps on the other end of the universe, there are other beings witnessing the glory of us vanishing, and a predetermined past exists."freewebnσvel.cѳm
