Capítulo 1025: Chapter 571: Transcendence (Final Chapter)
It’s Song Lingxue.
Zheng Chu was silent for a mont, then slowly stepped aside, offering a strand of heavenly light to protect Song Lingxue as she journeyed to the future.
He knew the purpose of Song Lingxue’s journey; this ti, upon going to the future, Song Lingxue would acquire the Martial Arts Scripture, thus opening a new path of Dao.
This was an inevitable part of the past.
Soon, Song Lingxue returned with the Martial Arts Scripture, back to the past.
Zheng Chu stood silently in place for a long ti, as Song Lingxue’s figure reappeared on the River of Space-Ti.
Her cultivation had already reached Ninth Order Perfection, searching for the opportunity to break into the Space-ti Domain.
Practicing the Future Technique, naturally, she could only attain the Dao in the future; this was unavoidable.
As he watched Song Lingxue draw ever closer, Zheng Chu took a deep breath, a hint of sorrow flashing in his eyes:
“This is… the last eting.”
Song Lingxue’s True Spirit had already been taken by Chu Zheng; whether in the past or the future, he lacked the chance to see Song Lingxue again.
This was his last eting with Song Lingxue.
After a long ti, Zheng Chu finally cald his emotions, slowly raised his hand, and pointed an arcane light directly at Song Lingxue’s forehead.
Before she could react, a Dao Fruit had already appeared, suspended on the Ancient Road spanning space-ti.
Crack—
The shell of the Dao Fruit shattered layer by layer, and a tender shoot erged from within, then rapidly began to grow.
In just a few breaths, a crystalline and transparent Dao Flower was in full bloom.
During this process, Zheng Chu infused so mories from the past into the Dao Flower, letting Song Lingxue learn part of the truth about herself.
He was reluctant to do so, but he had no choice.
The current outco, relatively speaking, was already a better one compared to other possibilities.
If any changes were made, all previous efforts might beco futile.
He slowly raised his hand, took Song Lingxue’s Dao Flower into his palm, and gently turned away, never looking back at the past.
The Cave Heaven World continued to expand wildly, and his figure soon disintegrated with it, rging into the heavens and earth.
Only a few particles of dust were swept away by the waves of space-ti, gradually disappearing without a trace.
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In the boundless void at the summit of the River of Space-Ti.
Chu Zheng cradled a soul light tightly as if frantically sprinting towards the boundless void.
He had no particular goal, just an endless upward drive; breaking away from the River of Space-Ti had beco his sole thought.
For this, he had almost abandoned everything: Heaven’s Mandate, honor, the mantle of the Creator, and the supre authority over reincarnation…
All of these were as light as dust in his eyes at that mont.
Suddenly, the surrounding void violently stirred.
Countless fragnts of the Space-ti Laws surged forth, transforming into the sharpest blades, sweeping in from all directions.
Nurous fate trajectories from different ti nodes entangled over him, attempting to drag Chu Zheng into various tis and spaces, imprisoning him eternally.
In his ears were mixed murmurs, prayers, and even curses from a billion living creatures.
These sounds ceaselessly gathered, bombarding Chu Zheng’s Sea of Consciousness with relentless demonic noise.
Chu Zheng’s Divine Soul endured unprecedented tornt, yet he never harbored a single thought of giving up.
Before starting this endeavor, he had never considered the consequences.
Reason told him this could lead to self-destruction, that transcending space-ti could result in a backlash potent enough to annihilate any existence, leaving not even a trace of True Spirit.
But in his mind, there was not a shred of fear.
Only by transcending space-ti could one break free from the true shackles, even if it ant irrevocable doom ahead or the annihilation of body and Dao; he was still determined to try.
Just like he had told Song Lingxue before.
Even if one day, calamity should befall.
The two of them would die together, heading for the Nine Netherworld Yellow Springs… still able to be a pair of ghostly lovers.
Chu Zheng pressed onward unceasingly, never pausing for a mont; his speed gradually slowed, and his soul felt repeatedly burned and torn apart by a fire of a billion degrees.
He couldn’t rember how long he had been drifting; ti had lost its significance, leaving only endless pain.
He didn’t know how long had passed, but just before his consciousness was about to be completely drowned by pain and nearly dispersed, he perceived an end – a thin mbrane appeared at the edge of his awareness.
It was not a barrier constructed from material energy but a pure boundary.
It was shapeless and intangible, yet it truly existed.
It seed to be the source wall of the River of Space-Ti, an ultimate shackle above the heads of all beings.
Crossing it might lead to the true realm of transcendence.
But the dangerous aura emanating from this mbrane was clearly warning Chu Zheng.
Crossing beyond might lead to death.
Chu Zheng only hesitated for an instant before moving forward again.
He did not want to imrse himself under the shackles of the River of Space-Ti, nor did he wish to accept this predetermined fate trajectory; heedless of the consequences, he charged headlong into that invisible mbrane.
In an instant, the chaotic ti currents receded like ebbing tides, drifting away from his nearly collapsing sense.
The anticipated pain did not co; his soul seed to undergo sublimation, achieving a qualitative change.
A dinsional leap occurred above Chu Zheng’s Divine Soul.
In just a mont, he leaped over the true barrier of the Ancestral Realm, stepping into a brand-new realm.
This breakthrough was far more genuine than when he beca the Master of Heavenly Fortune.
After a long ti, Chu Zheng finally cald his emotions and opened his eyes.
But what lay before him left him montarily stunned.
Countless Rivers of Space-Ti were enveloped within circles of mbranes, rushing in the vast void universe.
The River of Space-Ti, it was still there, silently roaring, unchanged through eternity.
The birth and destruction of innurable universes, the rise and fall of flourishing civilizations, the joys and sorrows of countless living creatures, still floated within, playing out, transford into one insignificant ripple after another, rising and then perishing once more.
(The End)
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