Unrest in the River

After settling all matters, Shichen sat cross-legged, about to close his eyes and regulate his breathing.

The collapse of his Dao body had consumed quite a bit of his origin. Though it had not harmed his foundation, it still required time to recover.

Suddenly, his heart gave a violent jolt.

The River of Time began to churn for no reason, its waves crashing and scattering countless fragments of time.

Someone was traveling upstream through time!

Shichen abruptly opened his eyes, a flash of azure light vanishing from them.

His figure flickered, and he vanished from the Domain of Dao. When he reappeared, he stood upon the main current of the River of Time. Beneath his feet, the river surged from antiquity toward the future, its glittering surface reflecting afterimages of countless eras.

On the river's surface, a figure was slowly walking upstream.

He was a young man in a plain Daoist robe, faint Five Elements and Bagua patterns appearing around him. His brows carried a trace of intelligence, yet could not conceal his exhaustion.

He walked with great care, pausing for a moment with every step as though resisting the battering of the turbulent currents of time.

Shichen recognized him at once.

Fuxi.

"Traveler from the future, stop."

Shichen's voice was soft, yet it rang beside the man's ears like thunder.

Fuxi abruptly halted and looked up in horror.

Standing amid the waves of time, he stared at the figure in azure robes ahead of him, his pupils suddenly shrinking.

"Who are you?"

"I am the ancestor of time, the ruler of this river."

Shichen stood with his hands behind his back, his calm gaze resting upon him.

"The Time Demon God... Shichen?"

Fuxi's face turned pale. He staggered half a step back, nearly swept away by the turbulent current beneath his feet. He stared fixedly at Shichen, his voice trembling.

"Impossible... Weren't all the Chaos Demon Gods supposed to have been slain by Pangu? How are you still alive? This Primordial World... No, this is completely wrong!"

He muttered to himself, his eyes filled with confusion and shock, as though he had witnessed something that overturned everything he knew.

Shichen frowned slightly.

He raised a hand and lightly tapped the river's surface with his fingertip.

Ripples spread across the River of Time, and scene after scene clearly appeared before Shichen's eyes.

"So that was it."

Shichen withdrew his hand, his tone even. "You are not the original Fuxi. You are... a transmigrator."

Those few words struck Fuxi like lightning. Terror seized him, and every hair on his body stood on end.

His identity as a transmigrator was his greatest secret. Not even the mighty beings of the Primordial World knew it—not even his younger sister, Nuwa. Yet this legendary Chaos Demon God had seen through him with a single glance.

"Dao Venerable Shichen!"

Fuxi hurriedly bowed, lowering himself as much as possible, unable to conceal the tension in his voice.

"This junior... this junior has absolutely no intention of harming the Primordial World! This junior merely... merely discovered that this world differs greatly from the memories I possess, so I wished to trace time back and see what truly happened at the beginning of Hundun."

He swallowed, then hastily added,

"This junior only wishes to protect my sister. I ask for nothing else!"

Shichen said nothing. He merely looked at him in silence.

His gaze was calm, yet it seemed capable of piercing straight through the soul.

Fuxi broke out in a cold sweat under that gaze. With his head lowered, he did not dare move.

This was the Time Demon God!

The leader of the three thousand Demon Gods of legend, a being whom even Pangu had to slay before opening the heavens.

The fact that he was standing here alive meant that the entire Primordial World had long since strayed completely off course. If he fell into the hands of such a being, a single glance could reduce him to ashes.

The silence lasted for a moment.

Yet several thoughts passed through Shichen's mind.

A transmigrator.

Interesting.

"Go back."

Shichen slowly spoke, breaking the dead silence.

Fuxi suddenly looked up, his eyes full of disbelief.

"You are only a Great Golden Immortal now. Further ahead lies the point in time when Pangu opened the heavens," Shichen said evenly.

"You cannot withstand the backlash of that point in time. If you force your way through, your soul will be destroyed."

"Time cannot be carelessly retraced. If you truly wish to protect your sister..."

He paused, then said lightly,

"Go seek Hongjun."

"Hongjun?"

Fuxi froze.

As a transmigrator, he had no favorable impression of this Dao Ancestor. In his memories, Hongjun was a shrewd schemer manipulating everything from behind the scenes.

But as he looked into Shichen's calm eyes, he knew there was no reason for the other man to deceive him.

Fuxi took a deep breath and bowed once more.

"This junior will remember Dao Venerable's words. Thank you, Dao Venerable, for sparing my life!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he did not dare linger. He turned and swiftly followed the current of time toward the future, his figure soon vanishing at the end of the river.

Shichen remained where he was, watching the direction in which Fuxi had disappeared, a faint smile curling at the corners of his lips.

"A transmigrator..."

"The future Primordial World will be quite fascinating indeed."

He murmured softly, a glimmer flickering in his eyes.

This game of chess was becoming more and more interesting.

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