EFB Chapter 124 A Corner of the Future
Chapter 124 A Corner of the Future
Liu Shen spoke again, her tone solemn: "The ghost ship is extremely distant, it appeared in unknown eras. It might not be a relic from the past, so you can give it a try."
"Could it really have drifted here from the future?" Shi Hao was startled, saying, "Can cultivators actually become this powerful?"
He no longer hesitated, directly carving his name onto the paper boat.
Instantly, the paper boat emitted a phosphorescent glow, turning into a lighthouse.
Looking at the paper boat that resembled a lighthouse, Shi Hao stared blankly, muttering, "It really is from the future..."
"This kid..." Little Pagoda felt inexplicably annoyed.
"You've made something of yourself, you Bear Child have really made something of yourself!" God Striking Stone clicked its tongue in wonder.
Although it thought the Bear Child was unusual, it never expected that in the future, this Bear Child would be one of the most powerful existences throughout history.
"Who can say for sure about the future? Just look at it, don't take it too seriously!" Shi Hao shook his head, his heart's lake not rippling much because of this.
At this moment, Fang Ming spoke, saying, "Drop a drop of blood onto it, there should be a more intense reaction, perhaps you can learn some truth."
Shi Hao looked at Liu Shen, and seeing her nod, he carefully dripped a drop of fresh blood from his wound onto the paper boat.
Visibly, the white paper boat was stained with a layer of red, and the entire paper boat turned the color of blood.
At this moment, a faintly glowing river appeared out of thin air, supporting the paper boat.
This river flowed out from the void, leading to an unknown location, without beginning or end, having neither a starting point nor an endpoint.
As this river appeared, Fang Ming sensed the fluctuation of Time.
At this moment, he saw the true appearance of Time!
"The River of Time!" Liu Shen's voice echoed, carrying an indescribable solemnity.
The palm-sized paper boat, glowing with a red halo, suddenly moved, drifting along with the river, unsure whether it was drifting towards the past or the future.
The red halo spread, the small boat suspended on the surface of the River of Time, reflecting scene after scene.
That was a vast and boundless battlefield, boundless tyrannical aura spreading, immortal light soaring, chaos being destroyed, countless Great Chiliocosm Universes being annihilated.
However, various signs indicated that it was not the most core battlefield.
It seemed that even the paper boat could not reflect the scene of the battlefield's core.
"What kind of terrifying battle is this..." God Striking Stone's voice trembled incessantly, the scene displayed in the reflection had exceeded its imagination.
"Such a battle..." Little Pagoda murmured in a low voice, the scene presented was too terrifying, making its heart tremble incessantly.
Looking at the constantly changing scenes, Liu Shen remained silent, but beneath the chaotic qi, her expression was extremely solemn, and she thought to herself: "Are Immortal Kings merely small soldiers? What exactly happened?"
"The scene presented is the ultimate battle of the future!" Fang Ming understood in his heart.
The paper boat gradually drifted away, and the bright red, blood-like radiance reflected scene after scene that shocked the mind.
Countless Great Chiliocosm Universes turned into ruins, all spirits perished, the great battle seemed to have drawn to a close, and the outcome looked very bad.
The light screen flowed, and a scene appeared.
A woman, her face was not visible, she wore a bronze mask full of sorrow, was clad in blood-stained battle armor, and held a great halberd in her hand. Her demeanor was peerless, possessing an indescribable sense of sharpness.
Behind her, radiance shimmered, white paper boats glowed, carrying some kind of hope. They broke through the Time Sea, disappearing into the depths of time and space!
Finally, the scene reflected by the paper boat dispersed, and the paper boat, glowing with a red halo, followed the long river of time and space, disappearing before the few people.
Looking at the silent void, a dead silence, everyone fell into contemplation.
"Where did that paper boat drift to? It couldn't have gone back to Hen Ren, right?" Fang Ming thought to himself.
The paper boat was indeed folded by Hen Ren after Sacrifice Dao.
But that doesn't mean the paper boat couldn't drift to other periods, to Hen Ren at other cultivation levels.
At the Immortal Emperor realm, if one isn't afraid of karmic entanglement and attracting the backlash of the human tribulation, the so-called karmic and Great Dao backlash is difficult to make an Immortal Emperor worry too much.
After a while, Fang Ming's chaotic thoughts calmed down, and he thought to himself: "Forget it, don't worry about it too much, as long as it doesn't drift into the hands of the strange Primeval Ancestors."
At this moment, God Striking Stone spoke in a low voice, its voice carrying an indescribable melancholy. It said: "The future seems very bad!"
Fang Ming remained silent, just quietly taking the other paper boat back into his hand, observing it repeatedly.
At this moment, he felt as if he had lost something, it seemed he shouldn't have let Shi Hao drip blood onto it just now.
This was a paper boat folded by Hen Ren after Sacrifice Dao. It was only due to good luck that he got two, and as a result, one ran away.
The paper boat looked fragile and could be easily torn apart, but in reality, it was sturdy and immortal, indestructible. With some development, it wasn't impossible to use it for defense or attack.
Embedded in a magical artifact, it might achieve good results in ambushing people.
Little Pagoda also didn't speak, not knowing what it was thinking.
Finally, Liu Shen said calmly: "Hurry up and become stronger. Only by being strong yourself can you face everything calmly."
Shi Hao clenched his fists, took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice: "I will definitely reach the peak, reverse everything. I don't believe the future is fixed!"
Liu Shen seemed very pleased and encouraged: "It's good that you have this resolve."
"Cultivate well, don't be arrogant because the paper boat reacted to you. As you said, the future is full of variables, what you see now is not necessarily the true future!" After Liu Shen gave this encouragement, she disappeared from the spot.
After Liu Shen left, Shi Hao continued to enter the stone door of the God Demon Wall.
At this moment, defeating Shi Yi was no longer his goal. Seeing the various scenes reflected by the paper boat made his blood boil, and he had a more ambitious goal.
"In this life, I want to reach the absolute peak of cultivation!" Stepping into the stone door, he began fighting with all his might, disregarding life and death.
The fact that so many powerful opponents could manifest here was a treasure trove for him, the best place for tempering.
Fang Ming's Dharma body held the small boat, examining it repeatedly.
Ever since the paper boat just now disappeared, inexplicably, he always felt that this paper boat had undergone some changes that he couldn't perceive.
It was just a kind of intuition, not a tangible perception of anything.
"Brother Dao, why are you looking at it over and over without stopping? Have you discovered some profound mystery?" A faint light flickered on the knuckle-sized bone pagoda, and a questioning voice came.
Hearing this, God Striking Stone on the ground also revealed two pitch-black eyes, looking over full of curiosity.
Fang Ming shook his head, said nothing, extended his hands to grasp the boat's body, and with a gentle pull, he easily pulled the paper boat apart.
Under the astonished gazes of God Striking Stone and Little Pagoda, Fang Ming unfolded the paper boat, obtaining a square piece of white paper more than a foot long.
The folds were clearly visible on the pure white paper, and the line of elegant characters confirmed that this piece of white paper was the small boat from earlier.
"He took it apart!?" God Striking Stone's pitch-black eyes widened, the entire stone was stunned.
"Did something happen after that small boat left just now?" Various guesses arose in Little Pagoda's heart.
Fang Ming shook his head, pulled the white paper from both sides with his hands, and then exerted force.
Nothing unexpected happened, the white paper remained the same, completely unchanged, even the folds were still so clear.
"Perhaps it can be used by us!" Fang Ming said softly.
Then, under the astonished gazazes of God Striking Stone and Little Pagoda, Fang Ming reached out and folded this piece of white paper into a short sword about a foot long in just a few moves.
The folds on the short sword were clear, and a line of blood-colored characters 'Only I am left' was imprinted on the sword body.
Holding the short sword in his hand, Fang Ming's magical power surged out, continuously pouring into the short sword.
Instantly, a faint red light spread from that line of blood-colored characters, and the short sword, originally only about a foot long, extended, turning into an ancient and dark red long sword.
The long sword was ancient and very heavy. Holding it in his hand, Fang Ming felt some weight, it wasn't light and flimsy.
He was sure this long sword weighed more than ordinary ten-thousand-zhang mountains.
A line of characters was vaguely visible on the dark red sword body. Besides this, there was nothing else unusual.
There were no Great Dao runes, nor were there innate Great Dao patterns intertwined.
But neither Fang Ming, nor Little Pagoda, nor even God Striking Stone dared to underestimate this long sword.
Before this, they had already seen the scene of Fang Ming attempting to destroy the paper.
That paper was sturdy and immortal, Little Pagoda asked itself and found it couldn't destroy it either!
"Ding~"
Fang Ming flicked it with a finger, and a melodious vibrating sound came.
This sword no longer looked like it was folded from a piece of white paper at all, as if it was forged from some immortal material.
Holding the long sword, Fang Ming's thoughts turned, and boundless sharp aura spread from his Dharma body.
All things becoming swords, the sword intent that could cut down all Great Chiliocosm Universes with even a single blade of grass flowed. At this moment, Fang Ming seemed to have transformed into a peerless Sword Immortal.
The dark red long sword in his hand trembled lightly, as if responding to his sword intent, continuously emitting and retracting sword light, the aura of annihilating all phenomena in heaven and earth flowed.
God Striking Stone trembled, immediately rolled away like a ball, hiding under Little Pagoda.
The aura emanating from the long sword made it feel as if its body was about to be cut open!
"It doesn't seem as strong as imagined?" At this moment, Little Pagoda's somewhat strange voice came.
"This isn't strong?" God Striking Stone was startled, then quickly realized something, muttering, "So it's because I'm too weak..."
Seeing it like this, Fang Ming chuckled inwardly, then said: "Tower Brother is right, it's indeed not as powerful as imagined!"
This long sword felt like a bottomless pit to him. At this moment, he was fully activating it, but it still seemed unable to fill the long sword.
The power the long sword displayed at this moment was definitely stronger than the sword qi he himself unleashed, but it hadn't reached the point of complete crushing, a vast difference.
Little Pagoda's heart moved, and it guessed: "The type that gets stronger when facing stronger opponents?"
"Perhaps." Fang Ming nodded.
By feeling, the power of this long sword should be more than this.
After all, this was something that carried Hen Ren's backup plan. Such a performance really didn't match the paper boat's function.
Of course, it's also possible that it was contaminated and damaged by the Primeval Ancestors, which is why it only has this much power.
"Let me try it?" Little Pagoda spoke, feeling a bit curious.
Fang Ming threw out the long sword, saying: "Tower Brother, feel free."
A flash of light, the dark red long sword disappeared, absorbed by Little Pagoda into its own Ta's internal space.
Subsequently, countless patterns appeared on the knuckle-sized bone pagoda, turning into the imprints of various fierce beasts.
Qiongqi, Suan Ni, Golden-Winged Great Peng, Fei Yi, Qing Luan...
Various fierce beast imprints appeared. Although these imprints were small, they were lifelike, with powerful life aura flowing.
Vaguely, Fang Ming heard endless beast roars coming from the knuckle-sized bone pagoda.
Inside the Ta, it was as if hundreds of millions of fierce beast armies were charging and killing, even Little Pagoda itself was shaking.
Obviously, it used its true means!
About a quarter of an hour later, the commotion on Little Pagoda subsided, the Ta's body gently swayed, and that dark red long sword hung in the air.