Chapter 404 - Young Sovereign & Old Sage (1/2)

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An indistinct shadow flashed into existence near a gloomy, black lake. There were fishes with dark-green scales that dimly lit the lake's surface.

Yan Zaizen's figure slowly morphed into the shadow. It was a brief transition yet it felt as if space, time, and the laws of the world were carving him inch by inch until he was fully realized. After emerging, Yan Zaizen's amber-gold eyes were somewhat dim and his expression was pale.

”I didn't think superimposing all of my forces still wasn't enough to fully initiate teleportation. I nearly faded into dimensional, chaotic, and void space all at once. Holy shit…” Yan Zaizen cursed as he recalled his earlier experiences. When he witnessed the unique teleportation-like divine art of the Old Timer, he felt confident enough to replicate it.

Unfortunately…

”Teleportation isn't as simple as creating a portal into chaotic or void space and shifting through it, exiting from the other side. It truly relies on the perfect cohesiveness of time and space to instantly bypass temporal and spatial limitations. You're acting against the natural laws of the universe itself.” A wise voice echoed as Master Qiankun arrived, a smile on his face.

Yan Zaizen gave him a side-glance. He scoffed, ”No wonder celestials are so legendary.” His remarks held his truest feelings. The Celestial Cultivation Path was a little too strong in comparison to Heavenly Cultivators.

Master Qiankun gave off a stuffy chortle, ”Us celestials rely on ourselves, not external power. We are the heavens and we are the universe. Apologies.”

Unlike Heavenly Cultivators who rely on the external heavens to comprehend and develop, Celestials create their own essence and step by step grow their own heavens. Therefore, the heavenly, worldly, or universal laws held very little influence over their power.

Yan Zaizen had used Yri's Celestial Essence to bypass the temporal limitations and segregate into time remnants to experience the future. In fact, looking into the future was incredibly difficult and nearly impossible without a heaven-rivaling or exceeding cultivation base. Even still, the most they would obtain would be vagueness and uncertainty. As for Celestials, they could perceive the legitimate aspects of the future with near certainty.

That being said, the logic of peering into the future changes the future still applies. As long as they kept it to themselves, exerting any impact on the timeline until the future carried out, they could rewrite their own vision rather easily. In fact, doing absolutely nothing can cause ripples in the timeline(Unless that's what you originally did).

Yan Zaizen regulated his breathing as he regained his heavenly energy from the surrounding essence. He didn't have much time, his prophetic instincts continued to blare like a disaster siren. The chase hadn't stopped.

Master Qiankun calmly peered into the dark, gloomy lake. A mysterious light surfaced within those wizened eyes surrounded by his withered face. This light contained some profound exhaustion.

”Celestials aren't invincible,” he said suddenly.

Yan Zaizen's eyes lifted slightly. Those words were said with the utmost sorrow.

Master Qiankun continued staring at the lake surface. Yan Zaizen couldn't tell his expression, even the reflection within the dark waters were murky and indistinct, yet he somehow felt that this Old Timer was crying. He felt a similar sorrow well in his heart.

”Pinaka…” he clenched his fist. A figure so beautiful, so warm, yet the last image he saw was her brave sacrifice and contentful, believing smile.

Was she doing well?

Was she lonely?

An old sage and a young sovereign stood beside a dark lake beneath gloomy skies, to each their own thoughts. A cold breeze flowed between them, whispering a tune that defined their own tragedies and failures.

A long moment passed before Master Qiankun spoke, ”Do you know that Celestials originally bled gold blood?”

Yan Zaizen was startled. Bled gold? He had seen Yri bleed, and her blood wasn't gold. Thinking about it, her body wasn't her original one. She had discarded it for a new one for a chance to grasp the Dao Heart after twenty-plus billion years.

”Why does that matter?” Yan Zaizen calmly asked.

Master Qiankun didn't answer for quite a while, but he sighed and said, ”Perhaps it does. Perhaps it doesn't.”

Yan Zaizen felt this old timer was becoming more and more confusing, unable to understand his intent or desires clearly. He checked his current state, and realized his body and heavenly energy had fully restored. With a nod, he readied to depart.

However, at the last moment he was about to shoot into the sky, vanishing like a comet over the horizon, he halted his energy.

”Old Timer, I don't know what you want or who you are. Honestly, I don't care. As long as you're not against me, then I won't take action against you.” After he said this, he turned to see the melancholic expression still linger on Master Qiankun's face.

”The world is unfathomable, fate is malleable. All I want is to become friends, and that is enough.” Master Qiankun said, wiping off the sorrow from his face and eyes, revealing his once more wizened eyes and hearty smile. He sent over a ray of soul energy. Within it contained his Divine Art that explained the theories of teleportation as well as the universal imposed limitations.