Chapter 633: Chapter 445: Space-time Domain, Dao War Begins

Cave Heaven World, at the stroke of midnight

The Taiyin Jade Wheel hangs high in the boundless sky, casting down cold and clear light, draping silver frost over the endless mountain ranges and deep valleys.

Moonlight is not merely a glow but a manifestation of the essence of heaven and earth, full of spirituality, silently soaking into rocks and vegetation, causing all things in the world to glow with a layer of deep and lively light.

The cycle of day and night in this realm has become entirely stable within the twelve Hours, a symbol of the Heaven and Earth Laws approaching completeness.

On this pitch-black long night, it’s so silent as if one could hear the pulse of the Laws themselves. In this deep silence, an invisible order has been established, covering all things like a net.

Chu Zheng slowly walks to the edge of the Great Realm, sitting in a secluded valley, taking out two Space-Time Marrow Crystals together.

This Marrow Crystal sent by the Shan Clan is a circle larger than the previous one, and the fluctuations of the Space-time Law within it are even more intense.

The Marrow Crystal is entirely silver-gray, giving a profound and sticky feeling. It is not a regular crystal, but more like a drop forcibly extracted from the river of time, cooled and solidified into blood and tears.

Its surface flows with countless fine silver-gray Space-time Law talismatic patterns, which are not static but move and change very slowly.

Every imperceptible change seems to draw the space-time with it, distorting light as it approaches.

The Space-Time Marrow Crystal does not emit any energy fluctuations but possesses an unnerving heaviness, not in physical weight but from the Spirit and Soul, as if facing the eternal space-time.

Chu Zheng stares at it for a moment, sensing something strange, as if feeling a sense of familiarity with his previous experience of facing the phantoms of the river of time.

Chu Zheng first takes one Marrow Crystal in his hand, abruptly feeling a trembling and craving from his body’s instincts.

His body craves the Space-Time Marrow Crystal, or rather, craves evolution and transformation.

The Mythical Realm is a supreme existence comparable to an Immortal Emperor. The essence left behind by such a living creature after death is a ladder to heaven for ordinary creatures.

Chu Zheng does not hesitate much, his mind sinking into the deepest part of his Sea of Consciousness, mobilizing the Power of the Spirit and Soul to start contacting the Marrow Crystal.

The power of the Space-time Law is the most High Grade power, only perceivable through the Spirit and Soul.

In an instant, the seemingly solidified Space-Time Marrow Crystal suddenly revives, like a giant space-time beast sleeping eternally, awakened by this slight touch, starting to deform and twist violently. An indescribable terrifying fluctuation surges along the wisp of Spirit and Soul power extended by Chu Zheng, rushing rudely into his Sea of Consciousness.

Chu Zheng’s vision is suddenly torn apart, no longer residing in the Cave Heaven World of the long night, but in countless fragmented and overlapping time pieces flowing rapidly.

At that moment, he seemed to be forcibly stuffed into an out-of-control river of time.

In an instant, he seems to see himself in a previous life as a child, held upside down by a doctor, under the light of the operating table, opening his eyes for the first time to see the human world, the amniotic fluid on his wrinkled little face flowing backward along the top of his head, the track clearly visible.

In the blink of an eye, he seems to return to the present, before him is a shattered Star Sea, beneath him stretches a desolate and dead Boundary.

Then, in an instant, he seems to go to the future, the scene before him is unclear, filled with the fluctuation of destructive Laws on the battlefield, countless powerful creatures surround him, blood flames soaring, knife blades and sword edges all pointing at him, the piercing killing intent tearing through eternal space-time, reaching his throat.

The fragments of past, present, and future, like a shattered kaleidoscope without any sequence, swirl, collide, and annihilate violently in his consciousness, with countless overlapping and distorted sounds at his ears, the cries of babies, the clashing of metal, the reverberations of the universe and stars collapsing, all converging in one place, roaring.

Chu Zheng groans, his face instantly sallow as paper, blue veins protruding at his temples, his body involuntarily trembling slightly. This is not the pain of the flesh but the ultimate torment of consciousness being forcibly torn apart and thrown into the chaotic torrent of time, as if pressing his Spirit and Soul to be crushed in these chaotic fragments of time.

On the verge of consciousness collapse, within the torrent of time fragments, the silver-gray Marrow Crystal suddenly emerges, grabbing Chu Zheng’s consciousness, like a reef in a stormy sea, firmly anchoring him, like a straw saving a drowning man, maintaining Chu Zheng’s last shred of clarity.

Amidst the continuously sweeping memory fragments, the Space-Time Marrow Crystal is like the storm’s eye, remaining unmoved no matter how broken and chaotic the surrounding lights and shadows become, exuding the purest order-like essence.

This is the fragment of the Space-time Law, symbolizing the order of space-time.

As time passes, Chu Zheng’s vision undergoes some changes, space-time in his eyes is no longer a void but woven from countless extremely fine silver threads, continuously appearing and extinguishing, this is the manifestation of the Space-time Law.

The passage of time is no longer elusive, for the first time, Chu Zheng feels the trajectory of time so clearly, the power of the Marrow Crystal is directly engraving the most fundamental rules of the Space-time Law into his Spirit and Soul.

The process of refining the Marrow Crystal continues amid extreme pain and perception. As the understanding of the Space-time Law deepens, Chu Zheng’s body begins to undergo peculiar changes.

Beneath his skin, faint silver-gray veins slowly emerge and extend, as if growing a completely new set of meridians within his body, entirely composed of the Space-time Law.