Time Reversed, Five Hundred Years Ago?

The Great Dao of Time has always been a highly taboo subject.

Of all the methods Chen Ning possessed, only the Great Dao of Time unfathomable to Li Changsheng.

This will also be the only uncontrollable factor in this battle.

He was really looking forward to seeing what kind of surprise Chen Ning would give him.

If it's too weak.

This, in turn, rendered the battle meaningless.

"Since you're so eager to see it..."

Chen Ning smiled slowly and said, "Then so be it!"

He finished speaking.

The surrounding scenery was completely transformed.

Heaven and earth themselves became illusory.

"Time Reversal? It doesn't seem like it..."

Li Changsheng examined the strange phenomenon before him. Among the Great Dao of Time techniques that Chen Ning had previously revealed, there were Time Reversal and time flow adjustment.

The former can even allow Chen Ning to launch attacks simultaneously at different times.

Its power is astonishing.

The latter can slow down the opponent's time.

However, although these two methods were mysterious to Li Changsheng, Chen Ning's cultivation level was too low, and the mystery of the methods could not change the fatal flaw of his weak strength.

But.

This time.

Something seems different.

Li Changsheng grew increasingly excited; only such astonishing methods were worth his all-out effort in this battle.

After the dramatic changes that swept through the surroundings.

Li Changsheng looked around; the ruins of the imperial palace had been restored to their original state.

But there are some differences.

The walls here are much more weathered than those in front of the palace walls, while the walls of the Wanling Palace have only recently been repaired.

Even if it's a restoration, it shouldn't be like this.

"Time reversal?"

Li Changsheng was somewhat surprised, and only then did a look of shock truly appear on his face.

The figure behind him also disappeared.

"You took me back to the past?"

"That's right. I guessed that you hadn't yet received the protection of the Spirit Martial God at this time, and now it seems that was indeed the case."

Chen Ning let out a breath.

Given his current level of understanding, it would be extremely difficult for him to travel back in time to five hundred years ago.

Going back in time would likely require overexerting resources.

In that case, we wouldn't be able to fight Li Changsheng.

"That's clever."

Li Changsheng laughed and said, "However, if that's all there is to it, I'm afraid you'll lose."

Who's up there?

At this moment.

A furious roar echoed from within the palace.

Squads of Golden Feather Guard assembled.

Be on guard.

A moment later.

A figure gracefully soared into the sky and stood not far from Chen Ning and Li Changsheng; the newcomer was none other than Song Huai.

The Song Huai at this moment is not the decrepit old tree it will be five hundred years later.

At this moment, he was the strongest person in the Myriad Spirits Imperial Dynasty.

Majestic and aloof.

He spoke indifferently, "This is the imperial palace, a place of utmost importance. No disrespect is permitted. If you two have something to discuss, perhaps you could speak with me?"

At the same time.

Five hundred years later.

Chen Ning and Li Changsheng suddenly vanished.

This left both Zhao Jin and the Carefree King, who were observing the situation, bewildered and uncertain.

And at this moment.

While Song Huai was healing his wounds not far from Zhao Jin, a strange memory suddenly surfaced in his mind.

Song Huai's expression changed slightly.

But that memory feels so real.

It is not from abroad.

Rather, it was a part of his personal experience that has now been recovered.

Five hundred years ago.

Azure Heaven Realm.

Above the palace, Song Huai had gained no advantage. Li Changsheng had waited so long for this battle, how could he tolerate anyone interrupting him?

Then.

In just a few moves, Song Huai was defeated.

Song Huai fell like a kite with a broken string.

Chen Ning couldn't help but smacked his lips and said, "This old man Song is really unlucky. Five hundred years ago and five hundred years from now, he is the only one who is being beaten."

Song Huai was defeated.

This immediately caused a sense of unease throughout the entire palace.

At this time.

The emperor of the Myriad Spirits Imperial Dynasty was nearing the end of his life, and many people were waiting for him to pass away by his imperial bedside.

In.

There are quite a few ambitious people among them.

The Second Prince Zhao Shen knelt beside the dragon bed, his eyes brimming with desire, waiting for the man before him to die.

Immediately.

This would allow them to unite various forces and launch a rebellion.

He knew that the old emperor had secretly made a will appointing Zhao Jin as emperor, but he could not act rashly.

The old emperor was able to unify the situation in the Azure Heaven Realm.

Not only did he have the help of the Rice Ancestor, but he himself also possessed great talent and military strategy.

So.

The Second Prince Zhao Shen can only wait until this old man dies before things can finally settle down.

At that time.

He will immediately kill Zhao Jin and Zhao Yang (Zhao Yang is the Carefree King) and seize the throne.

The Rice Ancestor has disappeared for many years.

After the old emperor dies, Zhao Shen will become the new emperor of the Myriad Spirits Imperial Dynasty!

May it last for a thousand generations!

Grand ambitions and dominance!

So close!

At a certain moment.

Suddenly, a cry rang out.

Then.

They were cries of anguish.

Amidst the rising and falling sounds, Zhao Shen slowly stood up. After confirming that the old emperor on the dragon bed was lifeless, he completely abandoned his previous respectful demeanor, coldly turned around, and walked out of the palace.

Outside the hall.

A high-ranking official approached him and whispered, "Everything is ready. Song Huai is injured and preoccupied with his own problems. This is the perfect opportunity to kill Brother Zhao Jin!"

"This is truly a stroke of luck!"

A look of wild joy appeared on Zhao Shen's face.

At the same time.

A corner of the palace.

Zhao Jin was rushing over with his men. The imperial edict would be announced soon, and he needed to grasp the situation as soon as possible.

But at that moment, a sword tip pierced through Zhao Jin's chest.

Blood gushed out like a fountain.

Zhao Jin's expression changed drastically as he looked at the person who had attacked him.

Those were his most trusted subordinates.

At this moment, however, she was looking at him with a cold expression.