manynovel Chapter 44 A Marvel of Time
Chapter 44 A Marvel of Time
Fang Han's heart stirred.
Jiang Yuan then urged the Dharma boat to sail towards the southeast sea area.
It's not far over there, only ten thousand miles.
"Is this what it feels like for the world to revolve around you?" Jiang Yuan remarked from the side.
The world has its own destiny, and therefore opportunities will come to those who come to it on their own initiative.
But Fang Han can no longer be called a chosen one; it is because all things he created actively returned to their nests, throwing themselves into his arms.
"That's not bad either. We can also get some treasures. Without resources in the Xuanhuang Great World, it's impossible to move an inch."
Jiang Yuan chuckled to himself.
One of them is alive, and the other is dead; both are two sides of themselves, so they could only marvel at Fang Han's incredible luck.
Then I gazed at the mirage that was not far away.
It was an island spanning thousands of miles, with the Tide Palace high in the clouds, and layers of dragon-carved palaces stretching out like steps to the ground.
Thirty-six main streets were paved with dragon corpses, each spanning a kilometer in width, with carriages moving forward, pulled by strange beasts.
Jiang Yuan was momentarily stunned by the luxurious scenery.
Was the Prisoner Dragon Tide Sea Palace a dragon palace that was robbed? It's so luxurious.
"This should be a mirage, catering to cultivators below the level of Eternal Giants. It's a pity it's not their main sect's territory, so they can't retrieve any Dao artifacts."
Yan carefully poked his head out and muttered to himself.
However, the main residence of the Prison Dragon Tide Sea Palace has been swallowed up by the Myriad Return Immortal Island, so even if the ancient sects are reflected, they cannot reach out.
On the contrary, this sea city is quite nice.
It contains treasures, yet it won't attract the attention of ancient giants.
"Let's go, quite a few people have already gone in, let's follow them," Jiang Yuan said with a smile.
The magic boat was put away, and the two of them rode their escape light and flew into the mirage.
More and more powerful cultivators appeared on the mirage, and Jiang Yuan and Fang Han chose the busiest street to land on.
"Jiang Yuan, look at those people!" Fang Han's expression changed slightly as he pointed to the two supernatural cultivators in front of them.
They were a man and a woman, dressed in colorful feathered robes, with handsome and beautiful faces. They flew gracefully and landed confidently on the island's streets.
But suddenly.
Their colorful feathered robes and eyebrows had faded, turning black and white, making them look like people who had stepped out of a traditional Chinese ink painting.
Jiang Yuan's pupils contracted. Was this the power of time stealing their time?
"The Wonders of Time aren't so easy to enter. Didn't I say that we should use the power of time as a thread to fish out all the treasures of the past?"
"Lifespan is also a kind of power of time. Entering the wonders of time naturally requires consumption," Yan explained.
"How much of our lifespan will that take away?" Jiang Yuan asked hurriedly.
"One hour, or a year," Yan said casually.
That's quite a few.
Jiang Yuan thought for a moment. He had taken the Yin-Yang Longevity Pill, which guaranteed him a lifespan of at least six hundred years, meaning he could walk freely here for six hundred hours.
Fang Han thought for a moment. He had also taken the Yin-Yang Longevity Pill, which gave him a lifespan of no less than six hundred years.
So the two of them were fearless and descended into the light, stepping onto the ground of the main street.
As if a breeze had swept by, Jiang Yuan felt as if his own colors had been stripped away, turning him into a person within a black and white photo frame.
Even a sliver of lifespan is being stripped away, merging into this mirage.
However, his current appearance...
"A portrait for the deceased," Jiang Yuan said with a smile. "That's a good omen; it means we have an inheritance to pass on."
Jiang Yuan was speechless. What was bad luck to others was good luck to him.
Just because he ate his own inheritance?
Jiang Yuan beamed with joy; he was finally going to see the immortal Jiang Yuan die once.
That's what you call being one of our own.
Yan was already incredibly excited and shouted:
"Quick, while no one's around, Fang Han, you're the king of this time! Use the World Tree sapling to grab the treasure!"
Jiang Yuan looked out and saw that the street leading to the Tide Sea Palace in the clouds was all in color, with not a single black and white figure in sight.
This is truly the best time to fish for treasure.
But how do you fish here?
Fang Han activated the World Tree sapling between his brows, and a tree tendril suddenly appeared, reaching towards the small pagoda pendant on the waist of a female cultivator in a carriage on the street.
But suddenly, an invisible force, like a membrane, blocked the tendrils of the World Tree sapling.
The streets remained bustling and noisy, but the female cultivator seemed oblivious, riding high in her carriage as she passed by.
Jiang Yuan was surprised. Could the power of time really form a membrane to block the World Tree sapling's tendrils from entering?
"Fang Han, you're wrong. You have to use it when no one is watching. As long as no one sees it, it doesn't mean it happened, and you won't encounter resistance from the power of time!"
Yan shouted in a hurry.
Nobody saw it...
Fang Han's eyes gleamed. Finding an opportunity when no one was watching, he quickly summoned the World Tree Sapling and fished up a top-grade spiritual artifact.
"Hahaha!"
Fang Han was overjoyed to find that it really worked. He immediately activated his escape light and searched everywhere for a time when no one could see him to fish for treasures.
He has finally become the main force behind the opportunities.
These days, he has found that when most opportunities arise, he is unable to help because he is too weak and can only watch Jiang Yuan turn the tide alone.
But now.
These are all his!
"Jiang Yuan, protect me!" Fang Han was full of energy, determined to catch all the treasures in this mirage.
Jiang Yuan's eyelids twitched. It was the Heavenly Gang who had turned against him; now they actually needed him to protect them.
He became the one who drank the soup.
Will this work?
"It's not so bad to be able to just lie down and relax sometimes," Jiang Yuan sighed, that was the only way he could console himself.
Because he really will get a share of the treasure later.
Jiang Yuan stood alone in the void beside him, his Taoist robes fluttering. His gaze swept over the surroundings as he fell into deep thought.
The wonders of time do not exist in this world; they are merely a reflection of the past, and therefore no one can touch them.
Even if the power of time is used as a thread, it is merely using the strangeness of this mirage to make a transaction.
But he is already dead, and a dead person should be able to go anywhere.
His gaze pierced through, and the power of time rippled, causing waves to spread across the street.
As he stepped forward with his left foot, the color changed from nothing to black and white, then returned to vibrant colors. His Taoist robe fluttered as he stepped into the mirage of the Prisoner Dragon Tide Sea Palace.
hum!
Jiang Yuan appeared on the street.
The aroma of grilled meat skewers, the vibrations of carriage wheels rolling over the ground, and shopkeepers displaying their magical artifacts.
The scene of a cultivator suddenly snatching away the magical flying swords and turning to run away, accompanied by angry curses, the whooshing of supernatural powers, and the stern shouts of the law enforcement disciples, is vividly portrayed.
It's as if they are the ones who truly live in this world, living a vibrant and colorful life.
They are merely black and white shadows, walking through the cracks of time, peeking into their lives.
"A demon? An observer?" Jiang Yuan muttered to himself, but neither seemed quite right.
Perhaps it's because they are all like him, all dead, that he was able to travel through time and appear here.
He raised his head, his gaze piercing through time, and saw several ink-wash figures staring at him in astonishment through the cracks of time.
He smiled slightly and said, "Just lucky."