Twilight Speaker

Chapter 157 Those who play with history will eventually be bitten back by history

"Is this the real river of time?"

Chen Xiang was clearly still standing in front of the mausoleum located deep in the royal palace and in the harem, but his spiritual will had already transcended it and he sensed an unspeakable, mysterious trend.

His spiritual will was cut and bruised by the fragments of time in the stormy river composed of countless fragments of time, but he did not retreat. He just stared at everything blankly.

in front of you,

The river made up of fragments of time flows from front to back. I stand at the end of the river, and when I look back upstream, I can see a river.
anchor.

The [Anchor] that penetrates the sky and the earth, from top to bottom, is firmly nailed into the river of time fragments!
That anchor locks everything, those who come later cannot look back, and those who have passed by can only reminisce!
Chen Xiang's heart moved slightly, and he thought of an argument he had heard a long time ago. With the fall of [Emperor], reality declined, and no matter how powerful one is, he cannot turn back the years.
Now it seems that this might be one of the reasons why we can’t turn back the years.

This anchor is the real source. It locks time. The past cannot be changed, and people in the present cannot go back to the past!

No wonder, the Outer God who is revered as the Forgotten, the Lord of History, Forgetting and Lost, has never interfered with history, and has never exercised the "Historical Authority" that he holds.
It's not that I don't want to, but I can't.

but.

Chen Xiang could feel the anchor, it was very kind and familiar.

The power that locked all time had no effect on him.

I can still travel freely, and even tamper with and weave past history.
Of course, with my current abilities, I can't weave much, but it's enough!

His spiritual will stood in the fragments of time. The thread of destiny in his left hand penetrated reality and entangled the tomb keeper, while a walking stick emerged in his right hand.

Time Cane.

Chen Xiang looks far into the distance, through the thread of fate, through the connection of fate, gazing at the upper reaches of this great river composed of countless fragments of time and history.
These fragments of time are extremely mottled, nothing can be seen clearly, and it is extremely chaotic, but the past of the tomb keeper, who is locked by the thread of fate, has in a sense become a [beacon] for Chen Xiang to gaze at the past years.

He saw a thread that ran through a small section of the river of time, and he naturally knew in his heart that this was the past rule of the tomb keeper, it was His past.

Chen Xiang saw the old scene of the tomb keeper being received by the Lord of Donghong. He continued to stare forward and saw the excitement when He first became a false god.

Going further ahead, I saw that the tomb keeper's family was destroyed when he was young, his parents were beheaded, and he was saved by a kind-hearted passerby.

Chen Xiang just stared at the tomb keeper's life, his eyes fixed on the source of the silk thread. That was the scene when the tomb keeper was just born, a baby lying in his mother's arms, crying loudly.

He wanted to reach out, but failed. His own strength was not enough to support the reversal of time.
In other words, the outer gods do not have the authority to go back in time. As for Chen Xiang, although he has the authority, he does not have the ability to do so.

"interesting."

He smiled, raised his time stick, and tried to poke it upstream.

Successful.

Without any resistance, the Cane of Time pierced straight into the source of the life trajectory of the 'tomb keeper'.

………………

It is the memory of myself when I was just born and lying in my mother's arms.

what's the situation? ? ?
The tomb keeper was puzzled and thought it was some kind of magic.
The infant tomb keeper struggled in his mother's arms, but the infant's body did not have the slightest strength left.
His expression gradually became serious. He thought that this illusion was extremely advanced. It turned his almost forgotten past memories into an illusion, and it was extremely difficult to break free from it!

The baby frowned slightly, calmed down a little, looked around, and saw the clock tower in the distance outside the window - that was the clock tower he often saw when he was a child.

"Good boy, good boy"

Although the mother was weak, she was smiling brightly. The father stood by excitedly, rubbing his hands, wanting to hug the child, but the mother opened her hand with a scolding look.

The baby gazed at these scenes, feeling a little dazed. He had lived for more than a thousand years, but his parents died tragically when he was in his teens. But at this moment, seeing his parents again in his memory, he was still moved.

He felt like crying. He stretched out his two tender little hands, waved them toward his mother, and spoke with great difficulty:
"Mother."

The mother widened her eyes and the father rubbed his ears hard, both of them were stunned.

This fantasy is wonderful.

The baby thought so.

The next moment.

Ripples appeared in the void, and the baby, in a trance, saw an infinite river composed of countless fragments of time and history, and a tall figure standing at the downstream end of the river!

He saw the tall figure stretching out a staff wrapped in the rich breath of time, and stabbing it upstream, towards here, little by little!
A warning of spiritual explosion, the baby was horrified and an incredible idea emerged in his mind!
This is not an illusion.

This is the real past.

Myself, back to the past.

No, to be precise, it is the memory of the past that is changing, and it itself is changing!

The baby's heart was gripped by great fear, and he realized that all this was real and not an illusion, and he also realized that he was powerless to resist the majestic figure standing on the river of time.
The tiny, newborn baby sat up and, under the horrified gazes of his mother and father, hugged his mother tightly.

"More than a thousand years ago."

"I still miss you guys."

The baby opened his mouth awkwardly.

A moment later, a cane fell from the void, coming from the future!

No, it's from now.

The baby was hit on the head by a cane, the mother let out a horrible scream, and the father howled miserably like a wounded beast! At the same moment, the present time and the tomb keeper suddenly became blurred, and the torrent of time burst out, suddenly washing and covering him!
Chen Xiang's spiritual will returned to himself and he coughed up blood. His many powers were linked together and he burst out with power that he shouldn't have at this moment. However, this power exceeded his limit and he felt extremely tired!
Instead of being surprised, he was delighted because he had really falsified history!
Although it was only a trivial act, just throwing a cane into the past and strangling a baby, it directly led to the eradication of a top god, a powerful existence close to the level of true god, from the root!

Chen Xiang spat out a mouthful of blood foam and was about to enter the mausoleum directly, but suddenly stopped.

"Who is coming?"

A weak true god who was close to decaying leaned on a recliner in front of the mausoleum and stood up with difficulty. His divine power was as deep as the ocean.

As history changes, a god disappears, and the former tomb keeper is replaced by a true god in decay.

Chen Xiang: ???
The true god looked somewhat similar to the tomb keeper who had been strangled to death earlier. His whole body exuded an air of vicissitudes and decay. There was no light in his eyes, only numbness.

He stared at Chen Xiang and Lu Sangdou, and his terrifying divine power pressed down upon them. Lu Sangdou was coughing up blood and was on the verge of death, and Chen Xiang's entire body was like a fragile porcelain, covered with cracks!
Overturned!
Chen Xiang looked extremely solemn. He had tampered with an insignificant amount of history, but had caused a true god-level tomb keeper to appear in a tomb that should not have been guarded by a true god!

Even if it is just a true God in decay.

Those who play with history will be bitten back by history.

Chen Xiang thought of this sentence, and he didn't care about it anymore. He was ready to summon his clone, but once he did so, the emperor would definitely notice it.
He gritted his teeth, and the thread of destiny appeared in his hand again, binding the corrupt true god. Many powers were linked together, and his own spiritual will appeared again on the river composed of time fragments!
"Again."

Chen Xiang's spiritual will began to crack. The life trajectory of a true god completely exceeded his own limits and could not be understood at all, let alone changed!
but.
Standing at the end of the river, Chen Xiang discovered something strange while seeing the cracks.

The life trajectory of this corrupt true god seems to overlap with that of the previous tomb keeper.

He endured the pain of mental tearing, and followed the trace left by the previous tomb keepers who died in the process of historical correction.
I barely saw the past of this corrupt true god.

He was an ordinary man, but his fate took a turn when his son was born. A cane that came from nowhere pierced his son's head.
Since then, he began to frantically pursue the extraordinary, wanting to find out the truth, step by step, with all kinds of opportunities, he reached the top of the gods, but still did not stop, and forced his way into the realm of true gods, but also paid a huge price, decayed, dying, and old.
Chen Xiang stared at the past life of the corrupt true god and fell into silence.

After hesitating for a long time,
Chen Xiang still forcibly handed over the cane, but this time he did not kill the past of the corrupt True God in advance.

Instead, he destroyed the opportunity that enabled him to open the door to the supernatural realm when he was weak—a book that recorded various forbidden techniques.

As expected, this time, even if it was interfering with the past of a true god, the fatigue was still much less, but the mental will still inevitably began to break.
"The cost and energy spent on directly killing a powerful person when he is weak and slightly interfering with the past of a powerful person are completely different."

Chen Xiang talked to himself, his shattered spiritual will returning to himself.

Just before his return, he saw the changes in history and the drastic change in the life trajectory of the Corrupt True God. After losing the book, he never encountered the opportunity to step into the extraordinary realm again, and he never recovered from it.

Going back to reality.

The True God of Corruption disappeared at some point.

No, it never existed.

Instead, there was an old woman with white hair and an aura that was probably at the peak of a god.

"Who is coming!"

The old woman seemed to have sensed something and sat up straight in the recliner. Her divine power enveloped her, and Lu Sangdou coughed up blood and retreated.

Chen Xiang's eyes twitched, and he felt that the old woman looked somewhat similar to the tomb keeper of the previous generation.
No way? ?

Taking a deep breath, looking at the prison that seemed to want to warn the Lord of Donghong Kingdom in the sky, Chen Xiang no longer had the energy to interfere with it, and he was completely exhausted!

He spoke decisively:
"September 47, 9th year of the Divine Calendar!"

The old woman was suddenly stunned and stared at Chen Xiang:

"Who are you??"

He will never forget this day in his life.

That day, she gave birth to her only child, who was different from ordinary people. As soon as he was born, he called her mother and gave her a hug.
Then the son was killed.

Killed by a cane that came from nowhere.

The old woman was in a trance, and her expression dimmed a little when she thought of the painful memories.

Chen Xiang continued at this time:
"I know the truth, the death of your child, and even your husband's collapse."

The old woman's expression really changed. She stared at Chen Xiang intently and spoke word by word:
"who are you??"

"Let me in, you pretend you didn't see anything, afterward"

Chen Xiang said tiredly:
"I will tell you the truth, and even give you a chance to change the tragedy."

"Why should I believe you?" the old woman said coldly.

Chen Xiang waved his hand, and a light mist swirled up, interweaving and transforming into the shape of a walking stick.

"It's this stick, isn't it?"

The old woman's pupils suddenly shrank, she was silent for a long time, and turned sideways:

"go in."

"Keep your promise."

He almost gritted his teeth.

(End of this chapter)