Disturbance in the River of Time

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

The disintegration of his Dao body had consumed a significant amount of his origin; while it did not damage his foundation, it still required some time to recuperate.

Suddenly, his heart gave a violent jolt.

The River of Time began to surge without cause, waves crashing against the banks and splashing up countless fragments of time.

Someone was traveling against the current!

Shichen opened his eyes abruptly, a flash of cyan light flickering in his pupils.

With a slight shift of his form, he vanished from his Domain of Dao. When he reappeared, he was standing directly upon the main trunk of the River of Time. Beneath his feet, the river roared, flowing from the primordial past toward the future, its surface shimmering with the flickering shadows of countless ages.

On the river, a figure was slowly walking upstream.

It was a young man dressed in plain Daoist robes, with patterns of the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams faintly visible across his body. His brow carried a touch of intelligence, yet it also hid a trace of exhaustion he could not conceal.

He walked with great caution, pausing for a moment with every step, as if resisting the scouring of the turbulent currents of time.

Shichen recognized him at a glance.

Fuxi.

"Traveler from the future, halt."

Shichen's voice was soft, yet it struck the man's ears like a thunderclap.

Fuxi stopped abruptly, looking up in horror.

Standing amidst the waves of time, he gazed at the cyan-clad figure ahead, his pupils shrinking violently:

"Who are you?"

"I am the Ancestor of Time, the master of this river."

Shichen stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze falling calmly upon him.

"The Time Demon God... Shichen?"

Fuxi's face turned deathly pale, and he stumbled back half a step, the turbulent currents of time beneath his feet nearly sweeping him away. He stared fixedly at Shichen, his voice trembling:

"Impossible... were the Chaos Demon Gods not all slaughtered by Pangu? How could you still be alive? This Primordial World... no, this is all wrong!"

He muttered to himself, his eyes filled with confusion and shock, as if he had seen something that overturned his entire understanding.

Shichen frowned slightly.

He raised his hand and tapped his fingertip against the river surface.

The River of Time rippled, and scenes were clearly reflected in Shichen's eyes.

"So that is how it is."

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

At these few words, Fuxi felt as if he had been struck by lightning. His soul nearly left his body, and every hair on his skin stood on end.

His identity as a transmigrator was his greatest secret. Not to mention the great deities of the Primordial World, even his sister Nuwa did not know. Yet, this legendary Chaos Demon God had seen through it with a single glance.

"Daoist Lord Shichen!"

Fuxi hurriedly bowed, his posture extremely low, his voice filled with irrepressible tension:

"This junior... this junior has no intention of disrupting the Primordial World! I only... I only discovered that this world is vastly different from my memories, and I wished to trace back time to see what exactly happened at the beginning of Chaos."

He swallowed hard and hurriedly added:

"I only wish to keep my sister safe, nothing more!"

Shichen did not speak, merely watching him quietly.

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

Fuxi was drenched in cold sweat under that stare, his head bowed, not daring to move a muscle.

This was the Time Demon God!

The legendary head of the three thousand Demon Gods, a being who had to be slain before Pangu could even open the heavens.

The fact that the other party was standing here perfectly fine meant that the entire Primordial World had already veered completely off course. Falling into the hands of such an existence, a single glance from him could reduce him to ashes.

The silence lasted for a moment.

Several thoughts raced through Shichen's mind.

A transmigrator.

Interesting.

"Go back."

Shichen spoke slowly, breaking the deathly silence.

Fuxi looked up abruptly, his eyes full of astonishment.

"Your cultivation is currently only that of a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal. Any further forward, and you will reach the time node of Pangu opening the heavens." Shichen's tone was flat.

"You cannot withstand the backlash of that node. If you truly force your way through, your soul will be extinguished."

"Time should not be traced lightly. If you truly wish to protect your sister..."

He paused for a moment, then said faintly:

"Go and seek Hongjun."

"Hongjun?"

Fuxi was stunned.

As a transmigrator, he had no fondness for this Dao Ancestor. In his impression, Hongjun was a calculating puppet master behind the scenes.

But looking at Shichen's calm eyes, he knew the other party had no need to lie to him.

Fuxi took a deep breath and bowed once more:

"This junior will remember the Daoist Lord's words. Thank you, Daoist Lord, for your mercy!"

As his voice fell, he dared not linger. He turned and followed the flow of time, rapidly heading toward the future. His figure soon vanished at the end of the river.

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

"A transmigrator..."

"The future Primordial World is turning out to be quite spectacular."

He whispered to himself, a faint light flickering in his eyes.

This game of chess was becoming more and more interesting.