"The Progenitor of Ten Thousand Demons… is actually within the River of Time, and—more terrifyingly—situated in the past of the river?! How is that possible…"
Yi Tianxing's pupils contracted violently as an uncontainable wave of shock surged through his heart, like a tsunami roaring in his mind.
This idea was simply too horrifying.
Even entering the River of Time wasn't something ordinary people could accomplish.To do so meant bearing the pressure of the world itself, the weight of all beings, of all existence.
If one merely stood in the River of Time at the present moment, that was manageable. The only thing to endure would be the natural pressure of the timeline itself.
But to go into the past or venture into the future?
That was entirely different.
It meant facing the wrath and pressure of countless living beings and the entire cosmos.
To walk into the past is to risk changing history—even a tiny ripple might cause a chain reaction altering the destinies of countless lives.
A monarch might become a beggar.
A mighty realm might vanish.
No one wanted their fate rewritten.
Even if some might benefit, none wanted to suddenly cease to exist.
When someone tried to move against the current of time, the will of all beings resisted.This resistance was like a divine flood—overwhelming, soul-crushing.
Every step backward through time would multiply that pressure exponentially.
If one couldn't withstand it—they would be instantly crushed, obliterated, and forever lost in the torrent of time.
This was the true terror of ascending the River of Time.
And now, through the ritual hymn, the River of Time itself had been summoned and was actively reversing, rushing upstream—toward the past.
The target—this mysterious entity—was at the very source of the river.
Countless eyes turned skyward.
Not just from the Savage Demon Kingdom or the Women Kingdom—
But across the entire Savage Realm, countless experts sensed it.All looked up to the shocking image projected into the skies.
One of the closest, Zhen Deqiong, was stunned.
"Who has the power to summon the River of Time?! That's impossible!Without reaching the Dao-proving realm, one can't even qualify to sense it, let alone summon it.If the River of Time has appeared, something monumental is about to happen…This disturbance—it's coming from the Savage Demon Kingdom."
His eyes flickered with unusual light, clearly entertaining more than one plan in mind.
The River of Time was the greatest river in existence.
Even the famed River of Fate paled in comparison—existing beneath it.
"Such terrifying pressure… Just sensing its aura makes me want to bow and submit."
"It's the hymn of sacrifice! What is the Chaos Demon King doing?! This is too horrifying!"
"I heard rumors she was preparing something massive behind the scenes—but I didn't expect this!"
The strongest beings in the Barbaric Realm now stared at the sky.
At the River of Time.
All this, though long to say, happened in but a blink.
Before the eyes of all, the River of Time continued flowing against its current.
The ritual hymn guided it like a divine compass, surging upstream.
Past the fusion of worlds, past the great cataclysm, back to a time when the myriad realms had not yet merged, back to Earth, before it became part of this new age.
The river flowed beyond history, reaching toward its origin.
Suddenly, the River of Time seemed to reach an endpoint.
Not an end—but a threshold.
The severed line between eras.
The origin of the Eternal Era—the moment one epoch ended, and another began.
And there—at that source—an astonishing scene unfolded.
🐉 Ancient dragon roars echoed through the skies—Ripping through spacetime—Reaching the ears of Yi Tianxing and all present.
Just the sound of those roars carried unbearable pressure—Suffocating, primal, and awe-inspiring.
Nine dragons—Nine Primordial True Dragons (太古祖龙).
Each exuded a different primal force:
Wind
Thunder
Poison
Metal
Wood
Water
Fire
Earth
Ice
Each of them was like the ancestor of its respective element.
Their power equaled or exceeded that of Dao-proving experts.
They radiated a pressure that chilled the soul.
They were truly ancestral dragons—beings of such size and strength that language failed to describe them.
But what truly shocked the world was that—these nine dragons were merely pulling a chariot.
Each was bound by thick, seven-colored divine chains, all connected to a colossal war chariot.
Countless cultivators gasped in awe.
"Dragons! These are Primordial Ancestral Dragons! Each one is a supreme lord of a fundamental law!"
"But look—they're bound… Have they been captured?! Who could do that?!"
"Look at the war chariot… just the pressure it emits is terrifying!"
With a roar, the nine dragons suppressed the very River of Time.
Time itself seemed to tremble.
But the war chariot they pulled was even more dreadful.
On its surface, phantoms of ancient emperors constantly emerged and vanished.
Above it hovered a gigantic imperial canopy, from which hung threads of divine brilliance.
The moment it appeared—
All the laws of heaven and earth froze.
Even the River of Time itself stopped flowing.
On the chariot, a figure sat:
A towering, black-robed figure, seated upright.
His mere presence radiated an overwhelming force, crossing time itself to press upon all beings.
None dared look directly. Even his back instilled soul-wrenching terror.
Beside him:
On his left: a purple-gold war spear, inscribed with the word Judgment (审判)
On his right: a silver spear, marked with Demon-Slaying (诛魔)
In front of him: a golden saber, stabbed into the ground, massive and domineeringThe hilt alone was two-thirds the length of the blade.
"That saber… terrifying…"
Yi Tianxing looked at the weapon—and instantly felt an invisible blade aura pierce into his body, attempting to sever his soul.
Thankfully, the Heavenly Emperor Tower protected his spirit. Otherwise, just one glance might have crippled him.
"Who is that?!Who sits at the end of the River of Time, riding behind Primordial Ancestral Dragons, holding the flow of time hostage?!"
Even his back looked as if he were facing an enemy—ready to confront the world.
The scene struck the hearts of even the mightiest.
Even the Nine Heavens Dao Sovereigns turned their gaze toward the far edge of the timeline.
None spoke.
Just silence and shock.
"Even the Nine Heavens Dao Sovereigns pale before this figure."
Yi Tianxing could not help but think.
This was clearly a being who had surpassed sages and sovereigns.
Someone who could anchor the River of Time with mere presence.
Far away, on the battlefield of gods and demons, the Ancestral Dragon looked up…
Then lowered his head in shame, hiding it beneath his wings.
"It's him…"
"He still exists… still lives…"
"He's at the end of time…"
Ancient voices echoed across the skies.Divine consciousnesses flickered across the void, filled with awe, reverence, and complicated emotions.
On the altar, the Chaos Demon King fell to her knees and offered a devout prayer:
"Descendant of the demon race kneels before the Progenitor of Ten Thousand Demons.I have heard of your glorious deeds.My heart yearns for the sacred land of our people.I offer up everything—willing to follow your path to the end, to die a thousand times without regret.I beg the Progenitor to grant me your blessing…Allow us to ascend to the Demon Celestial Court (凌霄妖庭)!"
Her eyes were filled with passion and devotion, yearning beyond words.
She knew of the Progenitor, of the Myriad Demon City (万妖城)—Not from stories, but from the bloodline memories flowing within her.
Her bloodline traced back to the city itself.
She had long dreamed of entering the Demon Celestial Court, returning to the true holy land of demonkind.
"Granted."
A divine voice echoed across the skies, from the end of time.
It swept over the altar with ancient majesty.
Then—
From behind the nine-dragon chariot, a majestic, ancient city emerged from the River of Time.