Time River Trembles

The old site of the Chen family lay in ruins, with charred debris still smoldering from the fierce battle that had taken place there.

Qin Wuya stood in the center of the wreckage, slowly raising his right hand, fingers spread wide, palm facing downward.

The next moment, a surge of divine thought, vast as a river of stars, radiated outward from Qin Wuya.

He was performing the Time-Recall Art, a divine technique capable of gathering the residual time imprints of this place.

Before long, Qin Wuya’s face showed surprise.

The scenes that should have emerged in the air like shattered mirror fragments were instead pitch black.

It was as if someone had used an invisible giant curtain to completely shroud the history of this entire space.

Qin Wuya’s expression darkened. He clenched his fingers tightly.

The entire River of Time was covered in golden patterns—the Dao resonance provoked by Qin Wuya’s forceful interference with time.

The River of Time trembled violently. From both the past and the future, countless mighty beings cast their gazes toward this spot.

Almost at the same moment, Qin Hao and Chen Xiaoyun each let out a muffled grunt, their bodies flying backward.

The combined attention from the upper and lower reaches of the River of Time weighed down on them like billions of primordial divine mountains.

Though this pressure carried no tangible force, it was heavier than any immortal art or divine power.

Qin Hao instantly summoned the Primordial Dragon Emperor’s Dharma Avatar.

A pitch-black, thousand-mile-long phantom of the Primordial Dragon Emperor reared its head and roared, its dragon cry shattering the clouds across the sky.

A primeval aura, as if from the dawn of chaos, surged forth, deflecting all the pressure crushing down on Qin Hao.

A voice from an ancient era drifted through the void:

“The bloodline of the Primordial Dragon Emperor? It still has descendants?”

“No… there’s a human Dao bone in him. Interesting. The Dragon Emperor’s bloodline has fallen into human hands.”

The ancient mighty beings’ gazes swept over Qin Hao, filled with unconcealed curiosity.

Some even attempted to probe Qin Hao’s condition by extending their divine thoughts across the River of Time.

The Primordial Dragon Emperor’s Dharma Avatar roared at those divine thoughts, sending them flying.

Unlike the ancient beings, those from the downstream of the River of Time withdrew their gazes the moment they saw the Dharma Avatar.

Not a slow retreat, but a swift, simultaneous withdrawal, as if they had been burned.

The speed of their departure was so sudden that it caused localized turbulence in the River of Time.

Several glances from the future even dragged cracks across the river’s surface as they fled too hastily.

The future mighty beings said nothing. No words. No transmissions. No communication. They simply retreated.

This Dharma Avatar… was not to be trifled with!

In an instant, all the gazes from the future made the same choice—withdraw completely, retreat thoroughly, as if they had never been there at all.

This silence was more deafening than any warning.

The ancient mighty beings paused for a moment, then someone chuckled:

“What’s this? Are the little ones of the future so timid? This child is merely at the Tribulation Crossing stage, yet they all fled from him?”

No one answered. From the future’s side, there was only dead silence.

“How interesting! I see my own legacy in this child. Now I must probe into his origins!”

The words had barely faded when a sword intent, as primal as the splitting of heaven and earth, raced down from the upper reaches of the River of Time.

Feeling this sword intent, Qin Hao’s eyes lit up.

This sword intent… it was the First Primordial Sword! So that’s how it’s used!

Just by sensing the Sword Ancestor’s intent, Qin Hao felt an enlightening surge.

In moments, he realized his mastery of the First Primordial Sword technique had improved by more than thirty percent!

Qin Hao understood immediately: the Sword Ancestor, claiming he wanted to investigate, was actually crossing the River of Time specifically to guide him.

With this thought, Qin Hao bowed toward the upstream of time:

“Thank you for your guidance, Senior.”

“Tch! Old Drunkard, isn’t that going too far? Flattering a junior like this?” A sinister voice rang out:

“I see this child possesses Heavy Eyes, a Natural Dao Body, a Primordial Chaos Body, a Heavenly Phoenix Body… and even… a Demon Body from the Outer Realms!”

“Interesting. Let me catch you and study you closely!”

The next moment, a hand that blotted out the sky stretched across the River of Time.

When its five fingers spread, the palm lines were like chasms and mountain ranges, each fingerprint shimmering with the luster of a galaxy.

Qin Hao felt his hair stand on end. The hand had not even touched him, yet his soul already throbbed with stabbing pain.

It felt like countless fine needles were dissecting his very bones and blood.

Qin Hao’s Heavy Eyes activated uncontrollably, and the Dragon Emperor’s bloodline instinctively summoned scales for protection.

Qin Wuya glanced at that hand, then stopped what he was doing.

He drew his sword so fast that Qin Hao could not see it—only a black afterimage flashing before his eyes. The Nine Tribulations Sword was already held horizontally in front of him.

The nine Tribulation Marks on the sword’s blade blazed to life, freezing the entire stretch of spacetime in that moment.

Qin Wuya stood with his sword, his voice not loud, yet it crashed like a primordial divine mountain into a still lake, sending ripples of echoes cascading:

“Touch my son, and you will taste my supreme Dao weapon. Are you certain it is sharp enough?”

The giant hand halted a thousand miles away from Qin Hao. Its owner was silent for a moment, then the sinister voice sounded again—this time, far less arrogant, laced with caution and hesitation:

“A supreme Dao weapon? That’s a legend? Does such a weapon truly exist? It’s real?”

Qin Wuya wasted no more words.

He struck out with effort, swinging his sword once.

The sky-covering giant hand was instantly obliterated. But the attack did not stop there.

The lingering sword intent of the Nine Tribulations Sword raced back up the River of Time.

Countless epochs ago.

A black-robed man was sitting cross-legged in his cave dwelling when he suddenly coughed up blood:

“Pfftt!!!”

This was the very man who had tried to seize Qin Hao. Yet despite being wounded across time by Qin Wuya, his face bore no hatred—only deep excitement:

“Hahaha! It’s real!! A supreme Dao weapon truly exists! In my era, no such weapon has appeared yet, and no one has claimed it!”

“First come, first served! That supreme Dao weapon is mine!!!”

Countless years later, a person looked up at the sky and rasped, voice hoarse:

“A pinnacle Imperial Weapon is the peak! The supreme Dao weapon is a hoax!!!”

…

Back in Qin Hao’s timeline, Qin Wuya looked at the sword stroke he had just delivered, clearly dissatisfied.

“Weak! I am far too weak now! If Ruyan had been the one to strike, that man would probably be dead by now.”

“There is a gap even between Immortal Emperors. It seems I still need to study well under my daughter-in-law!”

Qin Wuya closed the River of Time. Seeing this, Qin Hao could not help but ask:

“Father, after stirring such a commotion, what did you find out?”