215: Chapter 215 The Body of the Future

The terrifying existence hidden behind this palpitation gave him an incredibly strong premonition—the outcome within the graveyard was still unknown.

But the true crisis—perhaps it had only just begun to brew.

This would be a catastrophe capable of overturning everything and burying eternity!

"Yes."

Xiao executed the order without hesitation.

He moved to a position three zhang directly in front of Chu Changsheng, his posture as steady as a mountain and deep as an abyss, standing motionless.

The Geng Metal Thunder Fiend around his body retracted into him, yet it appeared even more oppressive—this was the calm before the storm, the crouching of a beast before it pounced!

His eyes stared fixedly at the surroundings, thunderous light faintly visible deep within his pupils; any movement could not escape his perception.

Like the most dutiful guardian deity, he isolated all potential dangers beyond three zhang.

Patriarch Tian Yuanzi, not far away, saw this and furrowed his brows even deeper.

He naturally also sensed Chu Changsheng's abnormality and the heart-palpitating, eerie aura lingering in the air.

With a single wave of his hand—brilliant runes surged from his palm, like a waterfall flowing backward, weaving into a massive magical array in the air!

Amidst the blazing light, it firmly enveloped Chu Changsheng and Xiao.

The array operated, emitting a thick and majestic aura, like walls of bronze and iron, like Mount Buzhou—forming an impenetrable barrier!

And in the unknown shadows—Ancestor Witch Xuanyuzi took in everything.

A meaningful smile curled at the corners of his mouth.

In his eyes, a flicker of sinister malice and triumph flashed.

"Truly, Heaven helps me..."

He whispered, his voice like a viper flicking its tongue: "Chu Changsheng's Divine Soul is injured; this is his weakest moment—if I could take this opportunity..."

He hid deep in the shadows, his aura completely restrained, like a crouching viper, patiently waiting for—the best opportunity.

"System, what the hell is this thing?"

Chu Changsheng muttered in his heart, his voice low and urgent.

"Host, this is the Power of Heavenly Fiend."

The System's voice was as cold as ten-thousand-year-old cold iron, devoid of any emotion: "Born in the deepest part of the Chaos fissure, feeding on the negative emotions of all things, extremely yin and evil, extremely fierce and vicious, specifically countering all vitality and fortune—"

"It is one of the most fundamental destructive powers between Heaven and Earth."

"Power of Heavenly Fiend?"

Chu Changsheng's mind shook.

He could clearly feel the World Tree Dao Seed within his body emitting a faint and urgent humming—as if issuing a strong warning, and as if engaging in a silent, endless confrontation with this terrifying power across vast space.

The emerald light of the Dao Seed flickered on and off.

It appeared extremely strained.

"No wonder..."

He murmured to himself, a flash of realization crossing his eyes, immediately replaced by deeper gravity: "No wonder this damn thing is so troublesome, its power far exceeding ordinary evil fiends."

"Just a wisp of its aftermath has such might—"

His eyes suddenly tightened: "To what extent must the true Power of Heavenly Fiend be terrifying?"

Thinking of this, Chu Changsheng's heart tightened, worry surging like a tide: "System, Xuanyuan Zhanxian's Divine Soul is being eroded by this power—"

"Will he be alright?"

"Host."

The System's voice remained cold, without the slightest fluctuation, each word like a verdict: "This Power of Heavenly Fiend, even you cannot contend with it."

"With Xuanyuan Zhanxian's mere Golden Core Stage cultivation—"

"How long do you think he can last?"

This rhetorical question was like a basin of ice water poured from head to toe.

"Although the Power of Primordial Creation from the World Tree leaf can temporarily slow the erosion, it is like a cup of water trying to put out a cartload of burning firewood."

"His struggle right now—"

The System's voice carried not a hint of pity: "Is merely delaying the time of his final downfall."

A sense of powerlessness surged like a tide.

Chu Changsheng clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into his palms, blood seeping from between his fingers.

"Then what do I do?"

His voice was hoarse, yet carried a final stubbornness: "System, you must have a way—"

"Can you save them?"

"Host."

The System's voice still lacked fluctuation, yet brought a glimmer of hope: "I cannot."

"But you can."

Chu Changsheng's mind shook.

"With your current cultivation, you are vulnerable before the Power of Heavenly Fiend."

"But if it were your future self—possessing the strength to overlook Heaven and Earth, annihilating this Power of Heavenly Fiend—"

"It would be a matter of a snap of the fingers."

"Future self?!"

Chu Changsheng's mind shook violently, his body stiffening abruptly!

The Dao of Time was mysterious and unfathomable, involving the most mysterious Law of Karma, and was the most taboo Realm in the cultivation world!

Throughout history, how many brilliant and talented people, just because they slightly touched the taboo of time—ended up with their bodies and Souls destroyed, never to be reincarnated!

"System, are you sure?"

His voice carried an irrepressible tremor, not from fear, but because this completely overturned his understanding of cultivation: "Interfering with the timeline, the resulting Karmic backlash... a slight carelessness, and it's total destruction!"

"Host need not worry about the principles."

The System's voice rang like clashing cold iron, instantly cutting off all distracting thoughts in his heart.

The tone contained an indifference that transcended the Myriad Heavens and Worlds, as if even the Laws of Space and Time were merely playthings that could be kneaded at will before it.

"This System possesses Heaven-Defying secret techniques that can briefly tear through the barriers of time and space, summoning a projection of your power from a certain Peak moment in the 'future'—"

"Forcing it to descend into this world."

"This power originates from your own Divine Soul Origin, so it does not incur a single shred of Karma, and there is no need to fear backlash from the Heavenly Dao—"

"The only price—"

The System's voice suddenly turned cold: "Is that your current Physical Body and Divine Soul must endure a terrifying load far exceeding your limits by ten thousand times."

"A slight carelessness—"

"And your Divine Soul will be instantly destroyed, and your Physical Body will disintegrate into dust."

The System's explanation was concise to the point of cruelty, yet carried an absolute confidence that looked down upon eternity.

It did not sound like it was describing a choice with a slim chance of survival—but rather like it was reading out a predetermined ending.

Cold.

Resolute.

Unquestionable.

Chu Changsheng's hesitation—lasted only for a fleeting moment.

Like a candle flame in the wind, it was extinguished in an instant.

Within the barrier, that dark purplish-red beam of the Power of Heavenly Fiend was still raging wildly.

The wails of Xuanyuan Zhanxian's Soul pierced into his perception like sharp blades, each screech tearing at his Dao Heart.

The extreme cold and dead silence emitted by the Power of Heavenly Fiend caused the Taiji power dormant within his body to tremble violently—erupting with instinctive disgust and repulsion.

"What do you need me to do?"

Chu Changsheng's eyes suddenly became sharp as a sword, the last trace of hesitation completely burned away.

No matter how great the risk—it was not greater than watching a Disciple with the bearing of a Great Emperor being completely devoured!

This was not his Dao.

And it was certainly not the ending he wanted!

"Open your mind, remove all defenses—"

"Open the connection between you and the World Tree leaf completely, as the coordinate and bridge for the descent of the power from the future."

The System's command exploded like thunder, carrying an irresistible will: "At the same time, visualize with all your might in the depths of your Sea of Consciousness—"

"Visualize the moment you ascend to the Peak of the Great Dao, hold dominion over the Universe, and your words become Law!"

Chu Changsheng did not hesitate.

He completely opened up all his aura and the barriers of his Divine Soul.

At this moment, it was as if he had personally dismantled the dam that had guarded his Soul for billions of years—calmly welcoming a flood Peak capable of destroying the world!

Countless cold spikes erupted in the depths of his Divine Soul, the intense pain submerging him like a tide!

His whole body convulsed, blood spilled from the corners of his mouth, and his bones emitted an unbearable "creaking" sound—yet he swallowed all the pain!

His will was as firm as an eternal sacred mountain, unshakable!

He slowly closed his eyes, his mind sinking into the deepest part of his Sea of Consciousness.

He began to visualize—visualizing himself standing at the Peak of the Universe!

Beneath his feet, billions of stars rose and fell, as tiny as grains of sand!

Behind him, the World Tree propped open the Chaos, its branches and leaves extending to the end of time and space!

On every leaf, the trajectory of a Universe's birth and death flickered!

His body was surrounded by ten thousand rays of rosy light, the Laws flowing according to his will, all things reincarnating within a single breath.

Birth, aging, sickness, and death, withering and flourishing—all within a single thought!

This was the burning yearning of his Dao Heart for the supreme Realm—the other shore he would exhaust his life to reach!

"Hum—!!!"

An earth-shattering roar suddenly erupted!

The space around Chu Changsheng twisted violently, like the surface of water into which a massive boulder had been thrown, rippling with visible circles!

Countless emerald-gold streams of light surged from his body, weaving and circling in the Void Realm like spirit snakes, intertwining with the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi to form a massive net of light covering ten thousand miles!

Above the net of light—a hazy phantom of the World Tree slowly stretched out!

Its branches rose from the ground, piercing straight into the clouds, the rustling leaves emitting crisp sounds of the Dao, like heavenly music, like a Sanskrit chant!

Even more shocking was—countless brilliant stars flickered and flowed between the veins of the leaves, as if holding an entire miniature Universe in its embrace!

A vast and sacred aura swept in all directions like a tide!

"Crack—!!!"

A piercing sound of shattering tore through the sky!

It was as if the firmament had been forcibly ripped open by an invisible giant hand, revealing the Chaos void behind it!

An indescribable, terrifying aura permeated from the center of the light net.

This aura was not as sinister and evil as the Power of Heavenly Fiend, nor as impure as ordinary spiritual power—but carried a "predetermined" majesty and dominance!

As if stepping over waves from the end of time, wherever it passed—even the Laws of Heaven and Earth bowed before it!

Even the Void Realm trembled!

Chu Changsheng's body began to tremble violently.

Under his skin, veins bulged like horned dragons, as if they would burst at any moment!

Emerald-gold blood seeped crazily from his pores, condensing into fine ice crystals on the surface of his body, refracting an eerie light!

These were signs that his Physical Body and Divine Soul were on the verge of collapse!

But his eyes were tightly closed, and although his face was twisted from extreme pain—the figure visualized in his Sea of Consciousness became clearer and more majestic!

The World Tree Dao Seed within his body emitted an unprecedented hum, and a continuous stream of vitality, like a breached river, barely supported his body that was on the verge of disintegration!

"Crack—!"

Another loud noise!

The Void Realm at the center of the light net completely shattered, and a hazy, majestic figure, as if walking from the end of the River of Time—slowly emerged!

The figure was blurry, as if separated by an impenetrable water curtain, and one could only vaguely see that posture as straight as a sword, and those eyes—that seemed to contain the vicissitudes of eternity, overlooking the rise and fall of all living beings.

"Who is it..."

A voice emerged from that figure, low, hoarse, yet carrying a power that pierced through eternity and shook time and space: "Calling me?"