614: Chapter 614 Imperial Tutor (4)

Time flowed on.

Countless ten-thousands of years passed.

Countless ancient cities rose and vanished.

Countless Prodigies became Emperors, stood at the pinnacle, and then grew old within the passage of time.

Qin Yun continued to walk the Nine Continents.

Wherever there was Dark Turmoil, he would appear.

Wherever there were clues to Heavenly Books and Heavenly Treasures, he would go.

Wherever there were remnants of the strange from the old era, he would suppress them.

Wherever there was a rift in the Origin of the Nine Continents, he would mend it.

He was like someone constantly appearing on the edges of ancient history.

In many places, only rumors remained.

Some said he was a Pseudo-Immortal in white.

Some said he was a Chaos Body.

Some said he was a great expert who had returned from the old era.

More people only knew one word.

Yun.

The Dark Turmoil grew increasingly severe.

The Seal of the Heavenly Abyss was constantly under assault.

Azure lotuses dimmed one after another.

Qin Yun mended the Seal again and again.

Suppressing it again and again.

Pushing back those things that crawled out of the rifts again and again.

Sometimes, just as he finished suppressing the turmoil in one continent, another would immediately erupt.

He traveled without sleep or rest.

Others remembered only his invincibility.

Only he knew that time was likely running out, and the Heavenly Abyss would ultimately be impossible to keep sealed.

The name "Yun" gradually became a taboo.

Many Orthodoxies dared not speak it directly.

Not out of fear that he would kill.

But out of reverence for his level.

He built no forces, accepted no offerings, and contested no territory.

But everyone knew.

As long as Dark Turmoil appeared, Yun would surely come.

And as long as Yun came, the turmoil would be suppressed.

His existence was like the last chance for the Nine Continents.

...

Qin Yun had gathered eight Heavenly Books and eight Heavenly Treasures.

Only the last set was missing.

Time Book.

Time Treasure.

This was the hardest set to find.

Objects of time were not in fixed locations.

They might exist in the past.

They might be hidden in the reflection of the future.

They might only manifest in some forgotten moment.

Qin Yun searched for a very long time.

Until the eight books and eight treasures resonated simultaneously, he finally caught the traces of the Time Book and Time Treasure.

The River of Broken Years.

It was not a real river.

But a special Forbidden Ground formed after the Law of Time of the Nine Continents fractured.

Inside were the lingering shadows of the past, fragments of the future, and countless possibilities that had already dissipated.

Qin Yun stepped into it.

Beneath his feet was flowing time.

All around were countless scenes.

The scene of Ling'er handing him candy.

Chen Yang smiling and calling him Big Brother Yun.

Gu Zhan standing at the very front.

You Chen standing in the Sword Tomb.

The azure pagoda suppressing the Heavenly Abyss.

The ruins of the Yuntian Sect.

The flames of war in the Great Xia Holy Dynasty.

The Eternal God Tree of the Changsheng Heavenly Continent.

These were not simple memories.

They were traps used by the Law of Time to disturb him.

Qin Yun did not stop.

He walked forward step by step.

When passing the scene of Ling'er, he did not reach out.

When passing the scene of Chen Yang, he did not look back.

When passing the scene of Gu Zhan, he did not speak.

When passing the scene of You Chen, he only took a glance.

Then continued forward.

Deep within the River of Broken Years, a phantom blocked his path.

Shadow of Years.

It was not a living person, nor was it an artifact spirit.

It was the will of time conceived jointly by the Time Book and Time Treasure.

It spoke.

"Those who wield time must first lose time."

Qin Yun looked at it.

"I have already lost it."

The Shadow of Years was silent for a moment.

Then it moved.

Time reversal was activated.

Qin Yun was forcibly pulled back to his most vulnerable moment.

The night of the Qin Family's annihilation.

Flames soared into the sky.

Blood flowed everywhere.

He knelt in the ruins, his fingers dug into the ground.

Qin Yun stood in that expanse of flames, watching his former self.

He did not waver.

The scene shifted.

The time of Ling'er's sacrifice.

The moonlight dissipated.

That figure in white grew fainter and fainter.

"Big Brother Yun, don't look back."

Qin Yun watched that scene, his chest tightening.

But he did not reach out to grab.

The scene shifted again.

By the Heavenly Abyss, the Immortal Path closed.

Gu Zhan, Chen Yang, and You Chen were swept away.

He stood alone before the empty Heavenly Abyss.

Nothing was left.

Qin Yun watched that lonely figure.

For a long time.

Then he raised his hand.

The eight books and eight treasures lit up simultaneously.

The Physical Book and Physical Treasure stabilized his Physical Body.

The Life Book and Life Treasure stabilized his fate.

The Dao Book and Dao Treasure stabilized his Dao.

The void book and void treasure cut into the rift of time.

He pressed down with one palm.

The River of Broken Years stopped flowing backward.

The Shadow of Years shattered.

It was not broken by a blow.

It was crushed by his will.

The Time Book floated up from the bottom of the river.

The Time Treasure was an ancient hourglass, its sand grains never ceasing.

Qin Yun took them into his body.

Nine Great Heavenly Books.

Nine Great Heavenly Treasures.

Gathered.

...

The instant the nine books and nine treasures returned to their places.

The Nine Great Heavenly Continents trembled simultaneously.

It was not a disaster.

It was the tremor of the world finally mending its gaps.

Nine paths of Origin soared into the sky.

Space.

Life.

Death.

Time.

Physique.

Treasure.

Fate.

Dao.

Luck.

All power poured into Qin Yun's body, and then through him, it nurtured the Nine Continents back.

At this moment, it was as if he stood at the center of the Origin of the Nine Continents.

The Acquired Chaos Body, under the fortification of the Physical Book and Physical Treasure, formally stepped toward the supreme.

He finally truly stepped into the threshold of the supreme.

In terms of cultivation, he was at the pinnacle of the Pseudo-Immortal.

Separated from a true Immortal by only an invisible film.

But this film could not be broken by power.

Just then.

Deep within the nine books and nine treasures, an ancient will slowly emerged.

It was as if the Origin of the Nine Continents itself was speaking.

Or as if it were the residual will of some terrifying existence.

The voice was very light.

Yet it landed in the deepest part of Qin Yun's heart.

"Immortal, Immortal, Immortal."

"Power can break the sky, but cannot achieve Immortal Ascension."

"Only after experiencing the Mortal World can one become a Mortal World Immortal."

The voice dissipated.

The nine books and nine treasures returned to silence.

Qin Yun stood in place, not moving for a long time.

Mortal World Immortal.

Three words.

He looked down at his hands.

Then looked up, toward the depths of the Nine Continents.

The wind blew from very far away.

Blowing across his hem.

Blowing across his hair.

Blowing across this world he had guarded for who knows how many years.

Qin Yun slowly clenched his fist.

"So that's how it is."

"Then I shall keep walking."

"Until I can no longer see the path before me."