Dad's Not Even a Hundred Years Old, and You Went Looking a Million Eras Back?

Zhi Xing's face turned deathly pale. Both hands clutched her head tightly, and the Fate Star Mark between her brows had dimmed until it was nearly invisible.

"Dominator! His Causal Thread has been severed! He's traveling against the River of Time!"

Xuan Jiu gripped the Black Sword, veins bulging across the back of his hand.

"Time..."

His sword could cut space and Laws, yet it could not reach the past.

Gu Shan stomped his feet anxiously.

"This old bastard has no sense of fair play! He can't beat you in the present, so he's going after the past! Boss, how are we supposed to defend against that?"

Even Huang Yan's fish whiskers trembled in fright.

"It's over, it's over. He's Half-Step Ancient Illuminating. As long as he returns to before you achieved Transcendence, one puff of breath will be enough to erase you!"

The hall fell silent enough for a pin to drop.

Everyone understood just how despairing such power was.

Yang Yu stood atop the High-Pressure Cooker and said nothing for a long time.

For the first time, his expression darkened.

So this was the Ancient Illuminating Realm?

Crossing time itself to erase someone from the Source.

Yang Yu knew his own weakness very well. Including his time in closed-door cultivation within the Abyss, he had not even lived a full hundred years.

To those old monsters who had lived tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of Eras, that span was not even worth a blink.

If Qiong truly went back to when Yang Yu was weak, a casual flick of his finger could crush him to death.

Yang Yu slowly drew a breath.

"Wanji."

His voice turned cold.

"I'm here."

The mechanical voice of the God of All Machines immediately rang out.

"The Abyss has its