Chapter 1117: 1116. Ancient Era
To be honest, the sensation of crossing through time and space was quite marvelous.
He could watch, with his own eyes, the Changes of Time.
Of course, these were changes in reverse.
Thus, in this state, Lu Yuan personally watched the Western Heaven Divine Hall transform from its present splendor, as though in fast-forward, into the flat ground of its earliest construction stage, with all sorts of raw materials piled around it. Then he watched those materials vanish, replaced by an ancient battlefield. Dense weapons and corpses filled every corner as far as the eye could see. Calling it mountains of corpses and seas of blood was no exaggeration. There were even scenes of combatants locked in stalemate until death—such as the saber-wielding warrior nearby and the Extraterrestrial Demon extending its tentacles. Their exact strength was unclear. All he could see was the warrior's blade cleaving apart the Extraterrestrial Demon's body, slicing it from its left shoulder to its right hip, while a thick tentacle had pierced through the warrior's chest, shattering his ribs and hollowing out his entire ribcage. They stood propped against each other's corpses. Neither side had let go of their weapon, even in death.
That kind of tragic resolve
could not help but move one.
And scenes like this—
or, more accurately, similar scenes—
could be found everywhere.
Buildings that were impossible to distinguish as fortresses or palaces.
In short, it was best to call them ruins.
Every structure in sight was incomplete. Though there was no black smoke or fire, making them look more like large-scale figurines, the layout of these ruins—the extent of their damage and the marks it had left behind—made it clear that these were not figurines, but traces of history.
Of course.
Even without looking at