"Argh!"
A beastlike howl echoed through Jiang Ping An's cramped, dim room.
Decades had passed since he left Chu Meiyan's residence.
Throughout that time, Jiang Ping An had studied the Primordial Rule and the Original Rules day and night, deepening his understanding of them.
Yet Original Rules at the Middle Lord God level simply could not suppress the Ghost Demon Mark.
The Ghost Demon Mark covered his entire body, its pain seeping into every inch of skin and every bone.
Jiang Ping An lay on the Cultivation Platform, writhing in agony.
The pain rivaled what he had endured while cultivating the Primordial True Martial Scripture years ago. It was even worse.
Sweat soaked his clothes and drenched the Cultivation Platform. Jiang Ping An's consciousness began to blur.
Through the haze, the Divine Runes of the Future Scripture within him suddenly began to circulate on their own.
Time Power surged.
A translucent Time Wall took shape.
Jiang Ping An weakly opened his eyes a sliver and looked toward the Time Wall.
Through it, he saw himself.
More precisely, he saw himself just after he had successfully cultivated the first layer of the Future Scripture years ago.
Jiang Ping An wanted desperately to tell his past self to throw away the green blood and not drink it.
But he could not get the words out.
He sensed that if he told his past self what had happened in this timeline, he would be cursed by time and suffer its punishment.
In his current state, he could not withstand a curse of time.
The Ghost Demon Mark alone could kill him. If time cursed him as well, what chance would he have of surviving?
Seeing his past self only deepened Jiang Ping An's confusion. Why had his future self not lent him power