Time Shuttle

The entire Artifact Refining Hall fell silent.

The artifact refiners and guards who had been left dazed by the ancestor's palm strike all stood frozen in place.

What they had witnessed was the Little Saint Son being pierced through the body by a High Immortal Lord, injected with lethal poison, then standing back up within a hundred breaths without even a scar left behind.

That was not normal.

That was far too abnormal!

No one could tell what method he had used, nor could anyone imagine it.

The Brahma Gold assassin's six compound eyes flickered madly. He abruptly raised his arms, formed from dark-gold secret patterns, and pointed at Fang Yan, his voice shrill to the extreme.

"What did you do?!"

Fang Yan Youyou spat out the fruit pit in his mouth and took two steps toward him.

"What did I do? Take a guess."

He raised his right hand and spread open his palm. The fragment of the Brahma Gold blade that had been lodged in his lower abdomen moments ago now lay quietly in his hand.

It was a small piece of broken blade that had withdrawn from his wound during Time Reversal.

Fang Yan weighed the broken blade in his hand, then casually tossed it onto the ground.

"A High Immortal Lord? You needed poison just to ambush a World Lord?"

The Brahma Gold assassin did not respond to his mockery.

Fang Yan walked before the Brahma Gold assassin and looked down at him through the flame barrier laid down by the ancestor.

"Since you're here, don't be in such a hurry to leave. Before you die, why not make another contribution for me?"

Fang Yan clenched his fists, and the smile on his face turned cruel.

Was there anyone good in the entire Gu World besides Shang Xin Ci?

"Is an Immortal Lord supposed to be strong? You're just good enough for practice!"

Judging solely by the Spring Autumn Cicada's thousandfold genes, it now possessed solid Marquis-level combat power.

Not to mention its freakish comprehension of time.

In an uninhabited region of Xingkong, the Fang Family ancestor, Flame Ruins King, crossed his arms after setting up Space Blockade and watched the intense battle between a man and a gu from afar.

The moment Fang Yan showed signs of defeat, he would use Space Strangulation without hesitation to kill the Brahma Gold Race assassin.

That was right. The Fang Family ancestor was at least a Peak King-level powerhouse!

In terms of law comprehension alone, he was only one step away from becoming a Venerable. Yet that single step had trapped him for endless years, which was why he had also cultivated the path of fused laws.

Behind Fang Yan, something was taking shape within a patch of empty space.

Its blue-black shell was as smooth as a whole piece of ink jade polished by time, without the slightest impurity.

Faint golden streams of light flowed across the shell's surface. Those streams traveled along specific paths, and with every circuit they made, the golden patterns on its cicada wings brightened a little more.

A pair of enormous compound eyes reflected Xingkong in their pitch-black pupils, as though they were not eyes, but two wells leading to the end of the universe.

The Spring Autumn Cicada was a thousand meters long, with genes a thousand times stronger than those of an ordinary specimen!

The instant it emerged from the void, Xingkong seemed to grow stagnant with time.

This was the embryonic form of Time Pause!

Scarlet light flared simultaneously in all six compound eyes of the Brahma Gold Race assassin.

He did not care how strong Fang Yan was. He only knew one thing.

Killing Fang Yan was the final command his master had given him.

That command had been carved into the deepest part of his soul, deeper than instinct and more impossible to defy than death.

"Die!"

He crossed his twin blades before his chest, abruptly twisted his body, and shot toward Fang Yan as a silver-gray streak of light.

His speed was incomparably fast.

All the power of a High Immortal Lord erupted without reservation at that moment.

His two natural blades, carrying the force of five hundred peak World Lords, rapidly enlarged in Fang Yan's pupils.

The Spring Autumn Cicada moved lightly.

It did not even change position. One cicada wing merely trembled softly.

A pale-gold ripple spread from the cicada wing, soundless and unbelievably swift.

The instant the ripple struck the Brahma Gold assassin, his body abruptly stalled.

Fang Yan's self-created ordinary secret technique—Time Shuttle!

All the golden patterns on the Spring Autumn Cicada's wings lit up at that instant.

Countless pale-gold threads surged from the patterns. Fine as hairs, they wove together in midair into an enormous and intricate three-dimensional design.

The design resembled a shuttle flying through the air.

It was not a shuttle of material substance, but a law shuttle woven from the pure power of the Time Law.

During the hundred years Fang Yan had spent idling away on Yinghuo Star, aside from gnawing fruit and refining Wind Origin Crystals, he had devoted all his remaining time to pondering one matter.

The Spring Autumn Cicada's Time Reversal talent was heaven-defying, but he could not possibly rely on getting beaten up and rewinding time to solve every problem, could he?

What if he encountered an opponent one day who could reduce him to nothing with a single strike? If Time Reversal could not even activate in time, would he not be utterly finished?

After eighty years, he had finally found a direction.

The Spring Autumn Cicada's wings themselves were the best carriers for laws. Those golden patterns were Time Law secret patterns innately inscribed upon its cicada wings.

After another twenty years, Fang Yan had created Time Shuttle.

He activated the inscriptions on the cicada wings in a particular manner, allowing the golden threads to weave a shuttle-shaped design through space before shooting it forth while carrying the power of the Law of Wind.

The golden shuttle pierced directly through the assassin's divine body, while the Law of Wind raged within it.

"You—!"

The Brahma Gold assassin's six compound eyes widened to their limits, silver-gray light flashing wildly within them.

Under the force of the Time Law, he had failed to evade the strike, and his divine body directly lost 1%.

The next moment, golden light filled the sky!

Fang Yan stood atop the Spring Autumn Cicada and chanted aloud.

"On an eastern wind, a thousand trees bloom by night; then stars like rain are blown down.

Phoenix flutes resound, jade vessels turn in light, and fish and dragons dance through the night!"

At once, golden light poured down from the sky like a torrential rain.

With every Time Shuttle that passed through him, the life force around the Brahma Gold assassin weakened a little further.

His blade edges began to dull.

Those dark-gold secret patterns dimmed piece by piece beneath the washing assault of the Time Shuttles.

Divine body loss: 1%, 2%, 4%...

"What exactly are you?!"

The Brahma Gold assassin's voice changed. His divine body was now only 67% intact.

A World Lord had actually made him feel fear.

Fang Yan did not answer, nor did he have time to answer.

The silver-gray light in the Brahma Gold assassin's eyes suddenly went out, replaced by a blazing white madness that seemed ready to burn everything away.

"Let's die together!"

His voice sounded like metal scraping against glass.

Fang Yan's pupils shrank sharply.

The self-destruction of a Lord-level divine body was enough to turn everything within ten thousand miles into nothingness.

The Spring Autumn Cicada let out a piercing cry, the golden patterns on its wings flashing frantically.

Fang Yan instinctively activated all the Law of Wind he could wield, transforming it into a green curtain of light as he retreated.

Yet a fiery-red barrier blocked everything for him.

"Ancestor!"

Fang Yan bowed respectfully.

The Spring Autumn Cicada let out a soft chirp and slowly folded its wings. Its thousand-meter body vanished back into the void.

"Ancestor, I'm done."

Flame Ruins King remained silent for a long time.

A World Lord crossing ranks to slay an Immortal.

Those four words sounded simple enough, but during the early era of the Primordial Universe, the number of geniuses capable of such a feat could be counted on one hand.

Fang Yan was somewhat nervous as well. He had thought his own ancestor would at most be a Marquis-level Immortal, but he had never expected him to be a King-level powerhouse.