Chaotic Time and Space

Little Marten was itching to slap Lin Dong a few times right then. This reckless kid had absolutely no idea how to talk.

He'd been boasting for ages with no response, and then this brat opens his mouth and says he wants to refine the other party, directly flushing out one of the Eight Ancient Lords.

Feeling the gaze land on him, Little Marten immediately forced a dry laugh as he turned his head.

There, the black vortex had vanished entirely, replaced by a figure who looked like a young man.

The man was tall and slender, with an easy, graceful bearing. His face was as warm and smooth as jade, strikingly handsome, and his pitch-black eyes were as deep as the night sky. Between his sword-like brows, there was an air of domineering arrogance that looked down on the world.

This was a man with real presence.

Yet at that moment, Lin Dong and Little Marten only felt an invisible pressure bearing down on them, their hearts thrumming with unease.

"No need to be nervous, you two little ones. This Seat is not some demonic cultivator who would slaughter at the slightest disagreement."

The man let out a light chuckle as he spoke, his voice gentle and refined, which made both Lin Dong and Little Marten unconsciously relax.

Lin Dong gave a dry laugh and quickly stammered out an apology.

"Lord of Devourment, senior, this kid was just spouting nonsense earlier. I beg you, senior, to be magnanimous and not hold it against me."

"Rest assured, This Seat is not as petty as that Six-Fingered Strange Dragon fellow."

Hearing the young man's words, Lin Dong couldn't help but swallow hard, his heart shaken.

The "Six-Fingered Strange Dragon" the Lord of Devourment mentioned—Lin Dong could naturally guess it referred to the ruthless figure who unified the Continent of Demons, the Six-Fingered Saint Dragon Emperor, as Little Marten had called him.

But even a figure like that could be casually teased by the Lord of Devourment before him, his imposing title reduced to "Six-Fingered Strange Dragon." What kind of boldness was that?

"This place... isn't the Demon Domain, is it?"

The Lord of Devourment looked at the youth and the Heavenly Demon Sable Demonic Spirit before him, already roughly guessing the identities of the one person and one sable.

They should be Lin Dong, the protagonist of Wu Dong Qian Kun, and that Heavenly Demon Sable.

The Lord of Devourment knew this because he, too, was not from the Heavenly Profound Continent but had crossed over from a different world.

However, when he had crossed over back then, a temporal distortion had prevented him from arriving at the start of Wu Dong Qian Kun's storyline. Instead, he had been sent to the ancient era.

Perhaps due to the chaotic time-space, the system had given him a single reward before falling into slumber.

Later, he was noticed by Ancestor Fu, taken in as a disciple, and successfully became the Lord of Devourment.

Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried, he ultimately couldn't change the outcome of the ancient great war between heaven and earth. To save the Lord of Life and Death and the others, he had to burn his own reincarnation.

But at the final moment, the system reappeared, sacrificing itself to protect his last remnant soul, forcibly twisting space-time to send him to the timeline of the story.

Feeling the unique Space-Time Power within his soul, the Lord of Devourment couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

If he remembered correctly, this was the Space-Time Power the system had seized when the time-space first went haywire. It was only by relying on this power that the system had managed to send him to this era.

"Lord of Devourment, senior, this is the Great Yan Dynasty, a small town below Yan City called Qingyang Town."

Lin Dong scratched his head, speaking a bit sheepishly. This backwater corner probably seemed utterly insignificant before this peak powerhouse before him.

In fact, Lin Dong felt that the man could wipe out their entire Qingyang Town with a wave of his hand.

If Little Marten had known what Lin Dong was thinking, he would have corrected this ignorant misconception. For an absolute powerhouse like the Eight Ancient Lords, erasing Qingyang Town would take no more than a single thought.

"Qingyang Town? And who are you?"

Though the information matched, the Lord of Devourment still asked a couple more questions. He needed to confirm the time and place he was in, so he could figure out how to restore his strength as quickly as possible.

But all of this required caution. If those demon brats from the Demon Prison found out he was still alive, they would absolutely fight him to the death.

"Lord of Devourment, senior, this kid's name is Lin Dong. This is my brother, Lin Sable. Just call him Little Marten."

Lin Dong quickly answered. Little Marten wanted to argue, but facing this ancient supreme powerhouse before him, he could only nod with a bitter face.

"For you to have obtained this spirit talisman, it means you share some fate with This Seat. Hmm... let This Seat think of a name first. It's been so long since anyone called This Seat by his true name that I can't quite recall it for a moment."

Hearing the Lord of Devourment mutter to himself, Lin Dong's mind was greatly shaken. Was this the bearing of a supreme powerhouse? No one even dared to speak his true name anymore.

The Lord of Devourment, taking his title from the Ancestral Talisman—what a domineering name. If only one day he could reach such a realm, how wonderful that would be.

"Hey, kid, don't talk nonsense next time. When did Lord Marten ever become your brother?"

Seeing that the great being before them was lost in thought, Little Marten quickly reached out a claw and jabbed Lin Dong hard, glaring at him fiercely.

"Then how about I explain it to senior later?"

Lin Dong said softly, a hint of teasing in his eyes. Little Marten's face changed at that. How could that work? If they accidentally angered this ancient great one, wouldn't he be dead meat?

After all, this was the old monster who could thrash even the strongest ancestor in Heavenly Demon Sable history. Even if he was now just a soul and seemed heavily injured, crushing a mere demonic spirit like him would be as easy as flipping a hand.

"Fine, since you've already said it, Lord Marten will reluctantly be your big brother."

Little Marten curled his lip, but Lin Dong immediately shot back.

"Why should you be the big brother? I'm the one who did all the work. If anyone's the big brother, it's me."

"What strength do you have to be my big brother? Lord Marten doesn't care—I'm going to be the big brother."

Little Marten and Lin Dong's arguing gradually died down, because they both noticed a gaze fixed on them.

Slowly turning their heads, Lin Dong and Little Marten saw the Lord of Devourment's knowing smile and gave awkward chuckles, standing up straight like schoolboys caught misbehaving.

"You two little ones are fortunate, you know. There are few in this world who know This Seat's true name."

The Lord of Devourment let out a light laugh, a hint of emotion in his eyes. His low, magnetic voice slowly rose, carrying a story steeped in the passage of years.

"Remember this. This Seat's name is Cang Wu. I am the second disciple under my master, Ancestor Fu. I wield the most mysterious, domineering, and strongest of the Eight Great Ancestral Talismans—the Devouring Ancestral Talisman. I am known as the Lord of Devourment!"