"Enter!"
Han Zhan made the confirmation without hesitation.
In the next second, the vortex door that seed impossible to reach suddenly appeared beneath his feet.
Han Zhan’s form transford into twinkling starlight particles, disappearing inside the door.
"Ah Zhan?" At this mont, the other Contracted Spirit Girls were unable to enter the vortex door like Han Zhan.
They couldn’t see the flow of Spiritual Power, nor the "door" that was so close yet invisible.
In their eyes, everything around was still pitch black.
"Ah Zhan has vanished!"
Xia Youwei was the first to notice sothing amiss.
Since she was in control of the Joyful Wind enveloping everyone, Han Zhan’s sudden disappearance from within it was sothing she sensed imdiately.
The other Contracted Spirit Girls only reacted after hearing Xia Youwei’s words.
Shang Siteng hurriedly conjured the Nuwa Stone, activating the Heaven’s Origin Power.
A brilliant multicolored light spread in all directions.
After a long pause, she shook her head, "No, the Heaven’s Origin didn’t sense Ah Zhan, nor did it sense any other presence."
There are two possible situations where Heaven’s Origin cannot sense sothing.
One possibility is that the disparity in Realm between the two sides is too vast for Heaven’s Origin to detect.
The other possibility is that the opponent used a thod beyond the sensing capabilities of Heaven’s Origin to make Han Zhan disappear out of thin air.
Regardless of which it is, it is not sothing Shang Siteng can resolve at the current stage.
"However, I feel there is no need to worry too much."
"This is a place Ah Zhan requested to co himself, and it is related to the World Tree."
"The World Tree has just saved Blue Star; it shouldn’t have any ill intentions towards him."
Upon hearing Shang Siteng’s words, the won finally relaxed a bit.
At this mont, Nuannuan suddenly spoke up: "Just now, I sensed the aura of the River of Ti."
"The River of Ti?" The other girls paused for a mont.
Having lived with Nuannuan for so long, there was no way they didn’t know what the River of Ti was.
"You an to say, Ah Zhan activated the Flowing Light and Shadow Talent, triggering the aura of the River of Ti?"
"No," Nuannuan shook her head, "that River of Ti’s aura was too ancient, we didn’t qualify."
Not qualified.
Nuannuan said just monts ago, she didn’t qualify to trigger the River of Ti?
How ancient must a River of Ti be to make the Kunlun Mirror, known for traversing ti and space, say it’s not qualified?
At this mont, everyone exchanged confused and puzzled glances with each other.
...
Starlight particles converged once again.
Han Zhan’s consciousness returned.
When he instinctively looked around, what t his eyes stunned him beyond belief.
Even more so than the image of the World Tree’s resurrection, a hundred tis more awe-inspiring.
Where... is this place?
In front of Han Zhan was an endless void.
Here there was no light, no darkness, only an eternally stillness that transcended both.
Fragnts of ti, like scattered gemstones, quietly floated in the air; each fragnt was a miniature of an era, recording stories that had unfolded in the cosmos, past images flowing like water, future scenes flashing like illusions.
Rivers of Ti flow from these fragnts, traversing the birth and death of stars, witnessing the rise and fall of civilizations, eventually rging into this eternal void.
An insight dawned in Han Zhan’s mind:
This is the end of the River of Ti!
If that was enough to shock Han Zhan, what he saw next was even more astonishing.
In this boundless void, Han Zhan saw a rust-covered bronze long table standing quietly!
The table seed to have drifted here from a distant past, its surface covered in the marks of ti; each rust mark told an ancient story, each carved pattern seed to contain obscure and profound mysteries.
Strange items were arranged on the long table.
There were ancient artifacts, emitting a faint glow, as if relics of once-glorious civilizations; a roll of yellowed parchnt recorded knowledge long forgotten by mankind; and odd symbols and patterns representing unknown mysteries and powers of the universe.
On either side of the long table, there were four high-backed chairs, with identical seats set to the front and back.
The grayish-blue high-backed chairs, crafted from an unknown material, had backs shimring and glowing with cosmic colors.
Only now did Han Zhan notice that eight of the high-backed chairs had already been occupied by "beings"!
Calling them people was more like a cluster of extrely indistinct light and shadow.
When Han Zhan suddenly appeared here, they looked at him simultaneously, and in that instant, a thought exploded into a billion fragnts in his mind, assailing him instantly, but then his mind suddenly beca clear.
At the sa ti, his light-and-shadow body made of starlight particles moved uncontrollably towards the seat beside the long table!
Ten high-backed chairs, eight already occupied.
Only two were left empty, the foremost and the one closest to it.
The starlight and shadow composed of Han Zhan finally sat on the high-backed chair closest to the foremost one.
At the mont he sat, the originally dim and gray chair back suddenly lit up!
A pattern composed of golden cosmic brilliance, identical to the World Tree, eventually ford on its back.
Seeing this scene, the entities on the other eight high-backed chairs then withdrew their gazes.
Inwardly, Han Zhan let out a sigh of relief.
To appear at such an endpoint of ti, to sit with such grandeur on high-backed chairs, even with his toes he could guess their identities were extraordinary.
As a Tier Nine Ultimate, he was the peak combat force on Blue Star, but such a level here might not even compare to Little Kalami.
After all, even using Tier Nine Peak Realm, with full activation of the Kunlun Mirror Flowing Light and Shadow Ability, it wouldn’t be possible to reach the end of the River of Ti.
Who are they?
Are they deities?
By what ans have I entered here, through that white vortex-shaped "door"?
As Han Zhan’s mind raced wildly, the blurred light and shadow at the end of the bronze long table suddenly spoke.
The mont he spoke, Han Zhan’s head felt like it was going to explode again, with sounds ringing in his ears—sotis fine, sotis sharp, sotis illusionary, sotis enticing, sotis rampant, sotis frenzied.
Although he couldn’t understand the words, not knowing what he was actually saying.
Still, massive amounts of intricate information flooded Han Zhan’s mind, nearly bursting it.
Thankfully, at this mont, a cool stream enveloped him, dissipating the feeling of imminent self-destruction, allowing him to finally comprehend what the other was saying:
"Kalena Nazeiya, Pancuo."
Though the blurred light didn’t move while speaking, Han Zhan could feel its gaze on him.
This sparked an inexplicable thought: "What, am I called Pancuo?"
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