Neuvillette, Display of Authority! Forbidden: Eternal Fragrance of Ten Thousand Generations! Exposed!

The glowing text on the Golden Ranking List gradually faded away.

Replacing it was a vast scroll slowly unfurling.

It was not a static image, but flowing light and shadow, a projection of history that had truly occurred.

Everyone held their breath.

They knew that the Golden Ranking List was displaying those two terrifying powers known as "taboos."

Within the scene lay a desolate, barren wasteland.

For a thousand miles, there was only yellow sand and not a single blade of grass; only weathered rocks stood like tombstones.

A slender, upright figure appeared at the edge of the frame.

His face could not be seen clearly.

One could only see his flowing silver hair and his luxurious, deep-sea blue robes.

In his hands, he held the heavy tome known as the Grand Ceremony of Eternal Flow.

Without any superfluous movement, he simply turned a page of the book.

Whoosh—

The sound of the page turning overlapped with the sudden roar of tides echoing between heaven and earth.

Above the parched yellow sand, clear springs surged forth out of thin air.

Immediately following, the sun, moon, and stars in the scene began to spin wildly.

The alternation of day and night accelerated until it was nothing more than a blur of black and white light.

In that dizzying passage of time, the springs converged into rivers, and the rivers surged into the sea.

The dry rocks were ground into soil by the erosion of the ages.

Seeds sprouted, towering trees shot up, only to wither and collapse in an instant, turning into spring mud to nourish the next generation of forest.

In the span of just a few breaths.

The ten thousand miles of yellow sand, once devoid of life, had completely vanished.

In its place was a vast ocean of blue waves and a lush, primeval forest by the shore.

Canghai Sangtian—the transformation of the world.

These four words were no longer just pale idioms in a book, but a miracle that made one's scalp tingle before their very eyes.

With a single thought, the heavens and earth were reshaped.

This was the method of Neuvillette.

If the shock brought by the transformation of the world was grand, then the following scene made one feel a trembling from the depths of their soul.

The scene shifted.

The perspective moved to an unknown, bustling ancient city.

That deep-blue figure remained quietly suspended above the city.

A pale blue, transparent curtain of light, like a giant inverted bowl, shrouded the entire city within it.

Outside the light curtain, the wind was calm, the clouds drifted, and everything remained as usual.

Inside the light curtain, however, time was like a wild horse, completely broken free from its reins.

People watched with their own eyes as the buildings in the city mottled, weathered, and collapsed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The living beings in the city—the bewildered commoners, the birds, and the beasts—experienced birth, aging, sickness, and death in an extremely short period.

Infants grew up in an instant, youths turned white-haired in the blink of an eye, and the elderly turned into withered bones.

One generation died, and a new generation was reborn upon the ruins, once again experiencing this cycle accelerated ten thousand times over.

To the outside world, only a moment had passed.

Yet within that light curtain, ten thousand years of time had flowed by.

Only that figure suspended in the air remained unmoved amidst the torrent of crazily flowing time.

Time could not leave even the slightest trace upon him.

Not even the hem of his robe had faded from the erosion of the ages.

This was the taboo: Eternal Fragrance of Ten Thousand Generations.

This was eternity.

When the scene completely dissipated and the Golden Ranking List returned to calm.

Douluo Continent fell into a long, deathly silence.

This silence was longer and more oppressive than any that had come before.

Outside Jialing Pass.

Tang San stared fixedly at the sky, which had already returned to calm.

His chest heaved violently, and the fists he had been clenching tightly now loosened powerlessly.

The stinging pain from his nails digging deep into his palms could not wake him from that overwhelming sense of defeat.

He had lost.

He had lost completely and utterly.

If he had still been able to harbor a thought of "I could replace him" when facing Furina's Radiance of Still Waters earlier.

Then at this moment, facing the Grand Ceremony of Eternal Flow—which mastered time and space and symbolized absolute rules—the pride in his heart melted away without a trace, like residual snow under a scorching sun.

"Why..."

Tang San's voice was low.

"Why can one faction possess two supreme divine artifacts?"

"And they are the number one and number two ranked divine artifacts at that?"

He could not understand.

He was a dual-god existence, the chosen son of heaven, who had endured countless hardships to reach this point today.

The Seagod Trident, the Asura Demon Sword—which of them had not been earned through life-and-death struggles?

But what about that Neuvillette?

He had never even heard of him undergoing any god trials, nor had he heard of him slaying any world-shaking Soul Beast.

Yet, he had casually produced two treasures capable of crushing the entire God Realm.

On what grounds?

Jealousy bit hard into Tang San's heart like a venomous snake.

If Neuvillette were only a little stronger, he would find a way to surpass him.

But this gap, which felt like a chasm, made him lose even the courage to catch up.

"Hoo..."

Just then.

A slightly heavy sigh sounded beside Tang San.

Tang San turned his head stiffly.

He saw Yu Xiaogang standing with his hands behind his back, looking up toward the direction of Skywater City; that face, usually so stiff and rigid, was surprisingly calm at this moment.

There was no despair like Tang San's, nor the fear that others felt.

In fact, those eyes, which always carried a hint of melancholy, were even flickering with a light called "wisdom."

"Teacher..."

Tang San called out, his tone tinged with helplessness.

Yu Xiaogang withdrew his gaze and looked at his most prized disciple.

He shook his head gently, his demeanor suggesting that even if the sky were to collapse, he could still find the logical loophole within it.

"San, you have lost your composure."

Yu Xiaogang's voice was not loud, but it carried a strange, soothing power.

"Jealousy and fear will blind your eyes, preventing you from seeing the essence of things."

Tang San gave a bitter smile.

"Essence? Teacher, in the face of absolute power, does essence still have any meaning?"

"That even involves the domain of time... I no longer know how to defeat him."

Yu Xiaogang did not refute him directly, but instead began to pace slowly in front of the tent.

"Think carefully."

"From Furina's Blade of Still Waters and Judgment to Neuvillette's Grand Ceremony of Eternal Flow."

"What do these top-ranked divine artifacts have in common?"

Tang San was stunned, and he answered subconsciously:

"They are all... related to water."

"Exactly."

Yu Xiaogang stopped, a flash of brilliance in his eyes.

"Water attribute, with powers involving judgment, law, time, and the ocean."

"And on the Douluo Continent, is there any place that perfectly fits these characteristics?"

There was no need for Tang San to answer, as Yu Xiaogang had already provided the response.

"Only Skywater City."

"And it can only be Skywater City."

Yu Xiaogang turned around, his gaze burning as he looked at Tang San.

"Do you still remember that statue we saw in the center of the city when I took you to travel through Skywater City a long time ago?"