There should be sothing else... heroes rising together, angrily pointing at Heaven.
In the scene of apocalypse crumbling all around, there seems to be a core confrontation, vaguely hidden from sight, with only thunder flashing, ferocious and unmatched. Strange voices echo: "It's useless... none of you can escape..."
"Boom!" The screen turns black, the entire world vanishes, heavens collapse, the Heavenly Realm perishes.
The Heavenly Gate shatters, laws overflow, transforming into various book pages, scattered into the Lower Realm. The scene shifts to the Human Realm, the Heavenly River hangs upside down, scattering into the world, fragnts of space all entering the world becoming a Secret Realm.
At this mont, the scattered book pages appear like a seal, sealing a world prison.
The book page at the top flashes with golden light, inscribed with eight characters: "Heavenly Dao doesn't exist, Human Way reopens."
This is the title page of the Chaotic World Book.
Since Zhao Changhe was rely observing how to return, his perspective is restricted to his surroundings, distant things remain unclear, making it difficult to discern what exactly happened. But the thing he wanted to know is truly known... the way back is not through the Soul Capturing Mirror at all, it's entirely about staying in this Heavenly River, following the Heavenly River falling into Nine Heavens, entering the Human Realm.
The Heavenly River is originally a river of ti and space, taking advantage of the chaotic mont when Heaven and Earth Shatter, utilizing the Ti Path to traverse back to the desired point. As Piaomiao ntioned earlier, it's ourselves traveling through ti...
The position to return is also where the Heavenly River disperses, becoming an unknown Secret Realm in the Human Realm, feeling the direction is indeed towards Kunlun...
Thankfully, I checked it out, if I went to the Soul Capturing Mirror it would be a completely wasted trip, the entire matter has nothing to do with the Soul Capturing Mirror, the right approach is to stay in the Heavenly River, and not go anywhere.
Ti... tomorrow!
Zhao Changhe suddenly awoke, feeling his body left in the temple was already drenched in sweat, even his soul body was subconsciously trembling slightly.
Tomorrow, Heaven collapses!
The sensation of heroes rising and the world crashing down is too tempting for a Martial Artist, really wanting to take a glimpse of the heart of that battle, and find out what truly happened.
Moreover, it's absolutely possible to go, as long as you don't interfere.
At this mont, his strength is enough to watch from afar, at least catch the beginning, and return to the Heavenly River when it's about ti.
"What's going on with you?" Piaomiao asked curiously: "Found the path?"
"I found it, it's right here."
Piaomiao seed strange: "Why would it be here... and suddenly you feel filled with battle intent, as if you've seen a long-awaited opponent."
Zhao Changhe replied: "Tomorrow, Heaven collapses... the ti when space and ti are most chaotic, we'll trace ourselves back in the River of Ti."
Piaomiao remained silent.
Tomorrow, Heaven collapses... these four words actually have another translation: Tomorrow is your death anniversary.
Zhao Changhe wants to see the decisive battle when ancient heroes rise, so why wouldn't Piaomiao want to see the mont Ye Wuming ambushes her?
Actually, if it's not an ambush, in direct combat, Piaomiao wouldn't hate it so much even if she's killed... but it's understandable that Ye Wuming chose to ambush, her battle in the Heavenly Realm is sowhat exaggerated, probably at that ti she herself was already at the end of her strength. It's an unsolvable situation.
The two remained silent for a mont, and simultaneously asked: "Do you want to go?"
Then paused again, and in unison replied: "I can't go."
After speaking, silence reigned once more.
Zhao Changhe looked at Piaomiao's complex expression in front of him, the battle intent was gone, the curiosity was gone, what does his matter... Piaomiao's feeling of knowing she will be killed tomorrow but forced to endure without interference is truly unbearable.
"Nothing... it's fine." Piaomiao squeezed out: "I'm living well, aren't I... when we return, I still have my body, Ye Wuming doesn't even have that."
Zhao Changhe: "..."
Piaomiao said: "It's rather you... why can't you go? If you want to see what specifically happened, you can go... just be careful... I'll wait for you here."
Zhao Changhe gently caressed her face: "I'm not going anywhere, I'm staying right here with you."
"Why?"
"Because tomorrow will be the hardest day for you, you need soone to accompany you through it. My curiosity is nothing compared to this."
Piaomiao steadily gazed at him.
Zhao Changhe smiled: "Moreover, the future observed is just the most likely among various possibilities, there's still a chance our return might fail. I must stay by your side, never separating at any mont, if we truly cannot return, then we'll silently join this world together."
Piaomiao looked at him for a while, and she too smiled: "Alright."
"Co on, let's cultivate, even last-minute preparation is better than doing nothing." Zhao Changhe took her hand and walked towards the riverbank.
When using the term cultivation instead of dual cultivation, Zhao Changhe was still quite proper. Piaomiao observed with interest as he stepped across the water towards the riverbank, inwardly noting that regarding space alone, Zhao Changhe had reached proficiency—every place in the Heavenly River is actually a distant space, for ordinary people it's like fingertip distance remains unseen, but Zhao Changhe stepping on the water feels nothing at all, just like a regular river.
By the river, there are many Heavenly Realm plants, Zhao Changhe couldn't recognize their nas, nor was he interested in doing so.
With a casual touch on an unknown flower tree, due to the precursor of Heavenly collapse, these trees had long withered—everyone in the Heavenly Realm knows there will be a change in Heaven because of these decaying phenona.
Judging by ti, so of these trees will completely vanish in the future, so still exist and bloom... Zhao Changhe's mind moved slightly, the flower season before his eyes arrived.
Piaomiao watched with wide eyes as buds grew on the branches, then blood, with the entire tree flowering, releasing a fragrant aroma.
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