535: Chapter 535 Another Transmigration, the Chaotic Sea!

The Opportunity for the Middle Stage of the Immortal Lord Realm was right before him. Without any hesitation, Lu Yuan sat down cross-legged.

The White Jade Platform was cold and hard, but he felt no discomfort whatsoever at this moment.

He closed his eyes, and the Profound Truths of the Wuzhong Ancient Scripture began to circulate wildly in his mind. Every ancient character lit up like a star deep within his Divine Soul, linking together to form a river that spanned from ancient times to the present.

The core of advancing to the Middle Stage of the Immortal Lord Realm lay in searching for multiple different time nodes in the past River of Time to leave behind one's own 'true spirit imprint.' This imprint was different from a simple Divine Sense imprint or a magic power imprint; instead, it deeply carved a part of one's existential essence into a specific moment in the River of Time.

The more nodes imprinted, the more hidden they were, and the greater the timespan bridged, the harder it would be for an Immortal Lord to be completely killed.

This was because even if their physical body was destroyed and their Divine Soul was obliterated in the present world, as long as even a single imprint remained in a past time node, the Immortal Lord could use that imprint to undergo Rebirth across the long passage of years.

It was like turning oneself into a great tree rooted in time, with every root connecting to a different era. Even if the trunk was chopped down, new branches would still grow from the roots of the past.

However, there was a key difficulty in this process that deterred countless Immortal Lords.

Ordinary Immortal Lords could only leave imprints in the timeline after their own birth.

Because that timeline was linked to their own Karma, the repulsive force of the River of Time was at its weakest, and the left-behind imprints would not be forcibly erased by the power of time.

The more thrilling and turbulent the years from birth to Cultivating into an Immortal Lord, the easier it was to find key nodes suitable for leaving an imprint.

For example, the moment of a Breakthrough to a major Realm, the moments of experiencing life-and-death battles, or the instant of fully comprehending a certain Great Dao—these time points, closely bound to one's own fate, were the best soil for planting a true spirit imprint.

However, if one only left imprints in the timeline after their birth, there would be a fatal flaw.

Any enemy who had fought you could deduce the time range of your existence from your thread of Karma.

As long as they found the time point of your birth and then swept all the way along the timeline, they could potentially root out all of your imprints.

But to forge a flawless, impeccable Immortal Lord Foundation, one had to travel upstream against the current to the primeval eras 'before one's birth' to leave an imprint!

This was a period of time completely unrelated to one's own Karma, and it was the most perilous forbidden zone in the River of Time.

Carving an imprint there was like forcing something that had never existed into the long scroll of time out of thin air. It was a true 'creation from nothing' and a blatant 'seizing of the creation of heaven and earth.' Such an action would face the most violent backlash from the River of Time.

It would no longer be a simple washing away or repulsion, but a direct obliteration from the rules of the Origin of time.

With the slightest carelessness, not only would the imprint be erased, but even the traces of the time-traveler's own existence would be wiped completely clean by the power of time—disappearing from everyone's memories, vanishing from all records, as if they had never existed.

“Since I am going to do it, I will make it perfect.”

A trace of near-frenzied light flashed in Lu Yuan's eyes.

He possessed the Innate Chaos Body, a supreme Physique that existed before the creation of heaven and earth, which naturally shared a mysterious resonance with the most ancient Law of Time.

He had many supreme Laws returned by the System—Space, Karma, Destiny, Origin, and End. Interwoven together, these Laws could construct a stable temporal anchor, preventing him from losing his way when traveling upstream in time.

More importantly, he possessed the damaged Immortal King artifact, the 'three-life bronze coffin.' The name of this supreme treasure contained the words 'three-life,' and it inherently possessed an extremely deep connection with the Law of Time.

The past, present, and future—the three lives. What this bronze coffin carried was a space-time comprehension at the Immortal King level.

He had the capital and the Opportunity, so he had to take the gamble!

“I will enter secluded cultivation right here in this Wuzhong Hall.”

Lu Yuan looked around. The Bronze Hall was currently as quiet as an ancient ruin submerged at the bottom of the sea for tens of millions of years.

It drifted outside of space and time, existing neither in the past, the present, nor the future.

This special spatial attribute made it the perfect place to Cultivate by traveling upstream in time.

Here, the interference of the River of Time would be minimized, the force of the backlash would be weakened, and the chances of success would be greatly increased.

Lu Yuan waved his hand.

“Buzz—”

The Void Realm trembled, and the 'three-life bronze coffin'—covered in copper rust and emitting an Aura that suppressed eternity—landed heavily in the hall. The moment the bronze coffin touched the ground, the entire Bronze Hall shook slightly.

The ancient patterns carved on the walls seemed to resonate, beginning to emit a faint glow that complemented the Aura of the bronze coffin.

The copper rust on the surface of the bronze coffin was thick and ancient, with every patch of rust looking as though it had endured hundreds of millions of years of temporal erosion.

Looking closely, the texture of the copper rust seemed to contain endless variations. Sometimes it looked like a flowing river, sometimes like a rotating starry sky, and sometimes like a blurry face—these were the residual shadows left behind by the countless powerhouses buried in this coffin in the past.

Lu Yuan stood up and walked toward the bronze coffin. With every step he took, his surrounding Aura grew a fraction heavier.

By the time he stood before the bronze coffin, his entire Aura had climbed to its peak.

The pressure of his Innate Chaos Body was released without reservation, colliding with the Immortal King Aura emitted by the bronze coffin and stirring up rings of visible Lianyi ripples.

Without any hesitation, he stepped directly into the bronze coffin.

Inside the coffin was pitch black, but this darkness was not terrifying; instead, it wrapped around him with a warm and secure feeling.

Lu Yuan lay down, crossing his hands over his chest. The lid of the bronze coffin automatically slid shut, completely severing his connection with the outside world.

Using the bronze coffin as his anchor and shelter, he would embark on a long and perilous journey upstream in time.

To the primeval eras, to that distant and chaotic age before his own birth.

And carve his own immortal imprint!

“Rumble...”

As Lu Yuan entered secluded cultivation, the doors of the Bronze Hall slammed shut with a rumble.

The ancient patterns floating on the four walls of the hall began to flow as if they had come alive, sealing off the entire hall layer by layer.

The space around the hall began to warp, and the light began to bend. Ultimately, this hall, which carried the Legacy of the Immortal King Wuzhong, completely faded into nothingness, as if it had never existed.

...

Deep within the Immortal Domain, the Chaos Sea—deep within the Immortal Domain, the Chaos Sea—this was a dead land without any stars, sun, or moon, where even directions could not be distinguished.

Endless chaotic air currents rolled and collided wildly here, forming terrifying vortexes capable of swallowing even a Golden Immortal.

Yet in this seemingly desperate Chaos Sea, there floated islands that emitted immortal light.

These islands varied in size; some were only a few miles in circumference, while others were comparable to a Small World.