346: Chapter 346 Following the Remnant Map, Breaking Through Illusion, the Primordial Origin Reveals an Ancient Coffin

Deep in the Great Primordial Void.

There is no absolute direction.

Nor is there a measure of time.

In this lawless land where even the concept of "emptiness" itself has been thoroughly stripped away, a figure in a washed-out azure robe was drifting with extreme steadiness.

Zhou Wannian had his hands casually clasped behind his back.

His slender, upright figure, in this endless darkness, was like a unique True God, eternal and indestructible.

With every step he took,

the Great Perfection Space Law beneath his feet would forcefully fold the dimensional barriers ahead in an extremely overbearing manner.

Shrinking the Earth to an Inch.

A step spanning the ends of the world.

His pace was relaxed to the extreme, exuding an air of leisurely ease.

He looked like a carefree scholar who had just finished a cup of fragrant tea at a restaurant and was about to take a stroll in the back hills.

Floating before his palm

was a fragment that appeared dark gold in color, its surface covered in extremely complex cracks.

This fragment

was precisely a so-called "fragmented map" that he had retrieved, quite casually, from the treasure vaults of Creation Immortal Kings like Daoist Taixu.

The material of this fragmented map

was neither gold nor stone,

neither jade nor wood.

It was not a physical substance at all, but rather a manifestation of an extremely ancient and pure "dimensional memory fragment."

Only supreme giants who had reached the Realm of Creation Immortal King could barely comprehend the extremely obscure microscopic Laws flowing on this fragment.

However,

for Zhou Wannian,

the secrets on this fragmented map were as clear as large print written on a Mortal's scrap paper.

Within his eyes, deep as ancient wells,

one hundred and eight golden time dao patterns were flowing with extreme calmness.

His gaze swept over the dark gold fragment with extreme casualness.

Zhou Wannian spoke in a steady tone, with a hint of leisurely appreciation, "To forcefully compress the coordinates of a fallen Primeval dimension into a broken timeline."

"Such methods of concealment are far superior to those of the old fossils in the Taihao Immortal Realm."

"No wonder they studied this fragmented map for several epochs and didn't dare to take a single step into these depths."

A faint, easygoing smile curled the corners of his mouth.

He tapped his fingertip lightly on the fragment in an extremely ordinary manner.

"Hum."

The perfectly self-consistent inner universe rules of the Great Five Elements Illusory World Art

cut into the underlying logic of this dimensional memory fragment in a ten-thousandth of an instant,

with extreme dominance.

Without wasting effort to deduce,

nor carefully deciphering,

Zhou Wannian used the Great Perfection Time Reversal Law to forcefully reverse the timeline on this fragmented map in an extremely overbearing manner.

"Crack."

With a crisp, faint snapping sound,

the dark gold fragment suddenly turned into a cluster of brilliant star sand in mid-air.

This cluster of star sand did not dissipate,

but in front of Zhou Wannian, gathered and reorganized with extreme speed.

In just half a breath's time,

an extremely slender, faintly blue-glowing, invisible line of Karma

became clearly visible in this absolutely silent Void Realm.

This line

extended all the way into the deepest part of the Great Primordial Void.

That was an ultimate restricted zone where even Laws would be frozen.

Zhou Wannian looked at the faint blue guiding line,

and a look of great interest and anticipation appeared on his clear, easygoing face.

Zhou Wannian, with a composed expression, as if searching for an extremely secret historical site, whispered to himself, "The deeper it's hidden."

"The more chewable the old bones buried in this place must be."

"Let's go and see what this so-called 'Primeval dimension origin' is really like."

He did not use any earth-shattering movement techniques,

maintaining his relaxed posture with hands behind his back.

Stepping on the invisible stairs beneath his feet,

following that faint blue guiding line,

unhurriedly,

composedly,

he strolled toward the unknown abyss.

With this walk,

he did not know how many light-years of absolute distance he had crossed.

The Void Realm outside began to undergo extremely strange physical changes.

The originally empty darkness

gradually became extremely viscous,

as if stepping into an ocean composed of extremely thick black asphalt.

In this viscous ocean,

even the concept of time began to show terrifying distortions and faults.

Sometimes, one second it was the beginning of the Primeval era;

the next second, it had already crossed to the end of the Universe's extinction.

Space was even more shattered.

Countless extremely tiny black holes, like poisonous snakes hidden in the dark, were ready to tear any intruder into pieces at any moment.

This was the "Space-Time Turbulence Burial Pit,"

one of the most terrifying natural barriers in the Great Primordial Void.

Even if a Creation Immortal King were to stray here, without top-tier Ultimate Dao defense Immortal Artifacts,

they would be ground into the most primitive particles by this violent space-time turbulence within half an incense stick's time.

However,

when Zhou Wannian's slender, upright azure figure stepped into this space-time burial pit, an incredible scene of dimensional suppression unfolded with extreme calmness.

Those space-time turbulences, violent to the extreme and capable of tearing apart Major Thousand Worlds,

did not cause any deafening collisions or destructive energy storms when they touched the thin, five-colored glaze barrier on Zhou Wannian's body.

They were like extremely docile sheep encountering an absolute natural enemy,

and under the overbearing suppression of the Great Perfection Space Collapse force,

parted smoothly and fearfully to both sides.

Even the twisted timelines capable of confusing time itself

became extremely straight and submissive under the illumination of the one hundred and eight time dao patterns within Zhou Wannian's body.

Zhou Wannian walked through this space-time turbulence capable of burying gods,

his washed-out azure robe not even gaining a single wrinkle.

He walked as if on flat ground,

his breathing steady and long.

He even had the leisure to appreciate the broken reflections of other low-dimensional Universes occasionally flashing through the turbulence.

Zhou Wannian spoke in a steady tone, with a hint of leisurely appreciation, "This welcoming path is quite interestingly arranged."

"Using shattered space-time as a threshold is enough to stop ninety-nine percent of mediocrities."

"It's just that the intensity of this turbulence, to me, doesn't even count as a breeze."

He brushed off his sleeves quite casually

and continued to step forward.

Passing through the long, viscous space-time burial pit,

the view ahead suddenly opened up.

The faint blue guiding line also dissipated into the Void Realm at this moment.

Zhou Wannian stopped,

his hands casually clasped behind his back.

His eyes, deep as ancient wells, calmly surveyed the scene before him.

For the first time, a rare, undisguised look of amazement appeared on his clear, easygoing face.

Even as a Creation Immortal King with a perfected inner universe, he had to admit, upon seeing this picture, that the ancestors of this Universe indeed possessed astonishingly grand imaginations.

What met his eyes

was an ultimate mega-structure so vast that it could not be measured by any number.

It was not a palace,

a tower,

or some Primeval sacred mountain,

but an extremely terrifying and shocking — "Universe Hourglass"!

The upper and lower ends of this hourglass were hidden in the endless high-dimensional dome and the deep Void Realm abyss, respectively.

The material of the hourglass presented an extremely deathly grayish-white color,

with countless origin dao patterns, older and more obscure than the Great Primordial Void, engraved on its surface.

And what made one's scalp tingle the most

was the "sand" flowing inside this hourglass.

It was not real sand,

nor was it the powder of some top-grade Spirit Stones;

it was individual, extremely miniaturized, and completely dead... Major Thousand Worlds!

Hundreds of millions of dead Universes,

like tiny specks of dust,

under the extremely slow yet irresistible dimensional gravity inside the hourglass,

from the vast funnel above,

slid slowly into the endless abyss below.

Every fall of a Major Thousand World

would produce a huge, dull roar inside this mega-structure, like the sigh of an ancient god or demon before death.

This

was the ultimate landmark pointed to by that fragmented map.

The Primeval dimension origin.

Or more accurately, this place was — "The Graveyard of Heavens and Dimensions."

All Universes, after experiencing birth, prosperity, and decline,

seemed to have their final destination as being sucked into this terrifying Universe hourglass,

turning into insignificant, dead quicksand in this endless river of time.

Zhou Wannian stood quietly in front of this breathtakingly huge Universe hourglass.

His slender, upright azure figure, in front of this magnificent mega-structure,

was not even a speck of dust on the surface of the hourglass.

But

the extremely relaxed, extremely confident supreme aura radiating from him

seemed even more vast than this hourglass.

Zhou Wannian curled his lips into a leisurely, faint smile.

Zhou Wannian spoke in a steady tone, as if visiting an extremely huge yet somewhat old museum, "Using countless dead worlds as sand to keep time."

"This method of making death concrete and grand"

"is indeed more worth seeing than the petty blood sacrifices of those old guys in the Taihao Immortal Realm."

He slightly raised his chin,

his deep gaze piercing sharply through the grayish-white shell of the hourglass,

looking at the core area of the Universe hourglass, which was the extremely narrow "neck" of the funnel.

There,

right in the center of the torrent of constantly falling dead Major Thousand Worlds,

suspended abruptly was a huge, Ancient Bronze Coffin made of an unknown Primeval divine metal covered in greenish-copper rust!

The volume of this ancient coffin was comparable to a massive star.

The coffin lid was tightly closed.

Surrounding the ancient coffin

were nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine extremely thick Law Chains radiating an extremely cold and sealing aura.

The other ends of these chains

were deeply rooted in the inner wall of this Universe hourglass,

as if using the kinetic energy of the falling of these billions of dead Universes to suppress some existence inside this ancient coffin in an extremely overbearing manner.

Above this bronze ancient coffin

sat a terrifying, extremely huge, extremely blurry phantom shrouded in dense Chaos energy.

This phantom

had no facial features

and no aura of life.

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He was like an ultimate killing machine forcibly programmed with a guard sequence.

The weapon in his hand was not a blade or a sword.

But a massive black scythe condensed from the pure "Dimensional Annihilation Law."

He.

Was the guardian of this Cosmic Hourglass.

The Primordial Tomb Guardian.

A supreme existence who had been arranged here to guard this Ancient Bronze Coffin since before an unknown number of chaos epochs.

His cultivation.

Had long ago surpassed the limits of a Creation Immortal King.

Reaching a forbidden Domain that those titans of the Taihao Immortal Realm dared not even imagine.

At the instant Zhou Wannian's gaze fell upon that neck area of the hourglass.

The phantom of the Primordial Tomb Guardian sitting cross-legged atop the ancient coffin.

Suddenly.

Opened his eyes.

Those were terrifying eyes without pupils, containing only two masses of extremely violent, grayish-white destructive storms.

"Boom!"

Two extremely thick destructive gazes, sufficient to pierce through the barriers of the Major Thousand Worlds.

Directly crossed the shell of the hourglass.

Extremely overbearingly.

Firmly locked onto Zhou Wannian standing in the Void Realm.

Immediately after.

An extremely grand, extremely cold Primordial Divine Thought, seemingly without any emotional fluctuation.

Exploded like billions of thunderclaps in front of Zhou Wannian's Sea of Consciousness.

"Living beings, halt."

"Those who trespass into the Origin Mausoleum."

"Die."

In this Divine Thought, there was no warning or persuasion.

Only an extremely pure, absolute will to obliterate.

Along with the transmission of this Divine Thought.

That Primordial Tomb Guardian suddenly stood up.

His incomparably massive Chaos body rose extremely violently.

The massive black scythe in his hand.

Was raised high by him, extremely slowly yet extremely heavily.

"Buzz-rumble!"

As the scythe was raised.

Those deathly silent Major Thousand Worlds inside the entire Cosmic Hourglass.

Seemed to be subject to some extremely terrifying pull.

The speed of their fall instantly accelerated countless times.

A terrifying Dimensional Pressure, sufficient to instantly crush any living being into a two-dimensional painting.

Through the shell of the hourglass.

Extremely overbearingly ground toward Zhou Wannian.

Facing this kind of terrifying certain-kill move that would cause a true Cross-Realm Titan's Dao Heart to collapse and flee in panic.

Zhou Wannian, standing in the Void Realm.

Still stood steadily in place.

He didn't even have the intention of withdrawing his hands from behind his back.

That washed-out green robe, under this terrifying Dimensional Pressure.

Not even a corner of the garment was bent.

On his clear and gentle face.

That extremely relaxed smile did not fade, but rather grew a bit more intense.

Zhou Wannian's tone was steady, carrying an absolute composure of one who holds the power of life and death over all things.

He spoke indifferently.

"Die?"

"Just with you, a gatekeeping Puppet without even self-awareness?"

"You dare speak of death before a True God with a Great Perfection inner universe?"

He, extremely ordinarily.

Stepped out with his right foot.

Facing that massive Cosmic Hourglass emitting endless destructive aura.

Plainly and simply, he took a step forward.

"Buzz!"

As this step landed.

Great Five Elements Illusory World Art.

That perfectly self-consistent inner universe rule that transcended all dimensions.

At this moment.

Completely and unreservedly erupted!

Without summoning any Magic Treasure.

Nor performing any fancy immortal arts.

Zhou Wannian's tall and slender green figure.

Directly transformed into an invincible absolute dimensional rainbow showing five-colored glazed light.

Extremely overbearingly.

Extremely unreasonably.

Directly crashed into the shell of the Cosmic Hourglass, which was said to be indestructible and constructed from Primordial Great Dao.

"Crack!"

An extremely crisp, extremely ear-piercing sound of shattering.

In the deepest part of this Great Primordial Void, it exploded.

An unbelievable scene of desperate crushing was shockingly staged!

That megastructure hourglass, which locked in countless dead Universes and emitted primordial majesty.

At the ten-thousandth of a fraction of a second it contacted the thin five-colored glazed barrier on Zhou Wannian's body surface.

Its grayish-white solid shell.

Was like a piece of extremely fragile glass abruptly hitting a giant hammer forged from Nine Heavens divine iron.

"Bang bang bang bang bang!"

Continuous sounds of collapse rang out frantically.

Zhou Wannian's figure did not encounter even a shred of obstruction.

Extremely smoothly.

Extremely dominantly.

Directly smashed through the outer wall of the hourglass.

Forcibly charging into the internal space filled with the torrent of countless silent Major Thousand Worlds.

"Roar!"

That Primordial Tomb Guardian felt this overbearing intrusion.

And let out an extremely violent silent roar.

He gripped the massive black scythe with both hands.

Carrying the terrifying kinetic energy of billions upon billions of dead Universes inside the hourglass.

Facing that five-colored rainbow charging in.

Extremely ruthlessly.

Slashed down directly!

"Dimensional Annihilation: Burial of Ten Thousand Worlds!"

This strike.

Had no flashy light or shadows.

Only the purest absolute silence capable of cutting through all physical and conceptual things.

As this strike fell.

Even the corpses of the Major Thousand Worlds falling around Zhou Wannian.

Were extremely overbearingly sliced in two.

However.

Facing this supreme certain-kill move sufficient to end an era.

Zhou Wannian, who had charged into the hourglass.

Still did not draw a sword.

His hands, which had been behind his back, were withdrawn extremely casually.

His slender, fair right hand.

With fingers slightly spread.

Facing that massive black scythe slashing down.

Plainly and simply, he gave a light upward lift.

"Buzz."

The power of Great Perfection Space Collapse.

Extremely overbearingly, above Zhou Wannian's palm, instantly compressed into an absolute black hole only the size of a shield.

"Clang!"

An extremely muffled, extremely eerie metallic ring.

Resounded within the hourglass.

An unbelievable scene appeared.

That massive black scythe, carrying the kinetic energy of billions upon billions of dead Universes and claimed to be able to sever dimensions.

At the moment it struck the miniature black hole above Zhou Wannian's palm.

It was as if it had struck an eternally immovable cosmic cornerstone.

Abruptly and forcibly stopping in mid-air.

Unable to press down even a fraction further.

Violent counter-shock force, following the handle of the scythe.

Extremely dominantly surged back into the Primordial Tomb Guardian's massive body.

"Crack, crack."

The Guardian's hands, condensed from Chaos air currents, were instantly shaken until they were covered in countless terrifying cracks.

In his grayish-white eyes.

For the first time, a trace of extremely human-like disbelief flashed.

He could not understand.

Why his strike, which gathered the power of Primordial Origin,

Would be so nonchalantly held up with one hand by this seemingly tiny flesh-and-blood creature.

Zhou Wannian floated quietly in mid-air.

Holding up that massive scythe capable of destroying heaven and earth with one hand.

His washed-out green robe didn't even have a corner out of place.

On that clear and gentle face.

Hung an extremely cold and sharp smile, tinged with ultimate mockery.

Zhou Wannian's tone was steady, as if evaluating a rusty farm tool.

He spoke indifferently.

"Your strength is indeed not small."

"A pity."

"Borrowed power from the dead is, in the end, just superficial bloat."

His right hand, which was holding the scythe.

Extremely casually.

Clenched his fingers inward suddenly!

"Shatter for me."

Boom.

Great Five Elements Illusory World Art.

The power of Great Perfection Five Elements Disintegration.

At this moment, following Zhou Wannian's palm, like an invisible dimensional tsunami.

Extremely violently charged into the underlying Law structure of that massive black scythe.

"Sizzle sizzle sizzle sizzle sizzle!"

Scalp-numbing sounds of dissolution erupted densely.

That supreme weapon of slaughter condensed from pure Dimensional Annihilation Law.

Before the ultimate deconstruction of Five Elements Disintegration.

Could not even hold out for half a breath.

And showed a structural collapse like the end of the world.

The indestructible blade edge crumbled inch by inch.

The blade body containing the concept of deathly silence, like brittle paper weathered for billions of years, instantly turned into flying ash.

"No!"

The Primordial Tomb Guardian let out an extremely shrill mental roar.

He discovered in terror.

That terrifying disintegration power, after crushing the scythe, did not lose its momentum.

Like billions of greedy fire dragons.

It extremely overbearingly followed his crack-filled hands.

Frantically spreading toward his entire body!

This supreme Puppet who had guarded the Origin Mausoleum for countless epochs.

His Chaos body, claimed to be indestructible through ten thousand tribulations.

Before this power, he didn't even have a shred of room to resist.

In less than three short breaths.

Under Zhou Wannian's extremely calm gaze.

That incomparably massive Primordial Tomb Guardian.

Extremely despairingly.

Extremely unwillingly.

In mid-air, was completely and utterly erased of all physical form.

Transforming into a mass of extremely dense, Chaos-colored Primordial Origin Qi Flow.

And was extremely casually swallowed in one gulp by the devouring channel behind Zhou Wannian.

One move.

Crushed an Extreme Dao Weapon.

Instant-killed the Primordial Tomb Guardian.

A true, suspense-free absolute dimensional crushing!

Zhou Wannian slowly withdrew his right hand.

Extremely casually dusted the sleeves of his green robe.

His expression was as composed as before.

As if he had just conveniently slapped a bothersome mosquito that flew before his eyes.

He didn't bother with the torrent of silent Major Thousand Worlds around him that had become somewhat chaotic due to the Guardian's fall.

He slightly lowered his head.

His eyes, deep as an ancient well.

Extremely calmly.

Fell upon that massive Ancient Bronze Coffin suspended in the center of the hourglass neck, tightly bound by nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine Law Chains.

This was his true goal for this trip.

A corner of Zhou Wannian's mouth curled into an extremely leisurely, slightly expectant faint smile.

Zhou Wannian's tone was steady, carrying a sense of natural control.

He murmured softly to himself.

"The watchdog has been cleaned up."

"Now."

"Let me see, inside this heavily protected primordial broken coffin..."

"...exactly what kind of rare treasure is hidden."

He took steady and relaxed steps.

Stepping on the Void Realm.

Step by step.

Like a leisurely stroll, neither hurried nor slow.

Toward that Ancient Bronze Coffin emitting an aura of endless vicissitudes and mystery.

He walked over unhurriedly.