Chapter 168: Temporal Rift: Arrival from Another World

Just as the guests were settling in, ready for laughter and lively conversation, the sky above suddenly erupted. Clouds churned as fierce winds swept through, making the world feel on the brink of apocalypse.

In an instant, the earth quaked and mountains shook. Storms raged, sending those present into a frenzy of panic as they scattered, desperate to find safety.

Fear seeped into everyone, driving them to run in every direction, searching for any refuge.

Then, without warning, an immense tunnel of time and space materialized in the sky above.

Within that tunnel, countless streams of mysterious light crashed toward the ground like falling stars.

“Boom! Boom! Boom!”

Each thunderous impact left behind huge, bottomless craters where the lights had struck.

Dust billowed everywhere, blotting out the sun and sky until everyone could barely breathe.

As the haze began to clear, people finally saw what lay within the nearest crater—more than a dozen lifeless bodies.

Their clothing looked bizarre and foreign, their bodies exuding strange auras, as if they’d only just begun to cultivate in the Sword Practitioner Realm.

Amidst those bodies, though, one person was still alive. He had striking blue hair, and a trident-shaped mark etched between his brows.

Around the same time, the strange weather finally abated, leaving only chaos and ruin behind, a silent testament to all that had just happened.

Up above, the tunnel still shone with blinding light, looking like a greedy maw in the heavens, as though it might devour the whole world.

“Damn it, where the hell am I?”

He slowly opened his eyes, a blend of confusion and unease in his gaze as he took in the unfamiliar scene.

Struggling to his feet, he suddenly let out a crazed, delighted shout. “Hah! I can’t believe we’re still alive—talk about surviving disaster! Luck really does follow the bold!”

“Xiao Wu, Zhu Qing, Mubai, Xiao Ao, Fatty, Rongrong, do you see this? It’s a whole new world! The spiritual energy here is overflowing!”

“I’ve got this feeling—after a few days of training here, I might break through above the God King Realm. When that happens, we’ll take this world for our own!”

He paused, realizing no one was answering behind him. An unsettling thought crossed his mind, dark and terrifying.

“What’s wrong, everyone? Why aren’t you saying anything? We made it through the temporal rift—shouldn’t we be celebrating right now?”

A flicker of panic showed in his face. Afraid of confirming his darkest suspicion, he didn’t dare look back.

Three heartbeats passed.

He spun around, finally forcing himself to face whatever lay behind.

What he saw made his pupils constrict. His smile froze on his lips.

With a dull thud, he fell to his knees, clutching his head.

His face twisted in madness as he let out a hysterical laugh. “Hahaha, so that’s why no one answered! There’s no one left to answer!”

“It’s gone, all of it! My lover, my friends, even my home planet—all turned to dust and vanished!”

“I fought so hard to become the strongest in my world. And in the end, I lost everything I care about!”

“So what’s the point of even living anymore?”

He staggered to his feet, looking up at the rift in the sky, a desperate resolve flashing across his face.

“Everyone, wait for me. Tang San is coming to join you!”

Closing his eyes, a hot tear slid down his cheek and struck the ground. His body began to swell rapidly.

“Wait, fellow cultivator! Don’t do anything foolish!” The cry thundered through the air like a bolt of lightning, filled with urgency and sincerity.

At the same moment, a blinding light streaked down from the sky and poured into Tang San’s swelling body.

The moment the voice rang out, Tang San’s bloated form snapped back to normal.

The terrifying twist in his expression eased, his face slowly returning to tranquility.

“What’s going on? My self-destruction is gone?”

Perplexed by the sudden change, Tang San’s eyes shot open, bewilderment and confusion swirling in his gaze.

He instinctively ran his hands over his body, checking to see if anything was different.

“Who did this? Who dares to interrupt my self-destruction? What’s the point of living now?”

Despair and rage laced Tang San’s voice as he raised his arms to the sky, roaring in anguish.

His voice echoed over Tianwu Arena, sending chills through everyone who heard.

Back at the arena, thanks to the combined protection of several Sword Gods, the disciples—by some miracle—were unharmed.

The sudden chaos had taken their emotions on a wild ride, from despair to hope, and finally to the relief of having survived.

Realizing they were safe, many people broke down in tears, hugging each other in joy.

But amid all the cheering, Tang San’s outburst cut through the air like a wave of icy water, leaving everyone stunned.

Doubt crept into the crowd—why would Tang San try to blow himself up? And who were these strangers brought down by the temporal rift, looking so unusual in dress and appearance?

Some even had animal-like ears. Were they really from another world?

On the ruined ground, one figure drew even more attention than the rest.

A young woman with rabbit-like ears, a striking figure with an enchanting face, though right now she gave off a strangely spicy rabbit aroma.

Tang San, eyes bloodshot, suddenly noticed the crowd staring curiously at the girl beside him.

Instantly, anger welled up in his gaze, all thoughts of who stopped his self-destruction forgotten.

He clung tightly to Xiao Wu’s lifeless body and snarled at the onlookers:

“How dare you! Eyes off my Xiao Wu, or you’ve chosen death!”

“Go on, die! Blue Silver Bind!”

Tang San thrust out his palm at the crowd. A blue, web-like substance shot from his hand.

But it didn’t get even half a meter before vanishing into thin air.

Tang San stared, stunned, then muttered, “Damn it! My Blue Silver Prison doesn’t work!”

“Shit! In this strange world, I can’t use my Shura God or Sea God powers—my soul power’s gone too?”

“Well, at least I still have my hidden weapons. Guess I’ll have to use those, even if it’s a little dishonorable! Don’t blame me!”

Remembering the trump cards he still had, Tang San’s agitated heart calmed a bit.

“Sigh, Xiao Wu, forgive me. You’ll have to bear with this for now…” He gave Xiao Wu’s body a look, then casually dropped her to the side.

“Ghostly Mirage—Xuan Tian Record!”

Grinning as he faced the mass of people in front of him, Tang San let out a wild shout.

“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!”

His figure bounded through the air, leaping up and down with startling speed. In his own mind, he was moving like a blur.

Yet to everyone else, he looked just like a monkey bouncing around—a sight so comical they could only stare in speechless shock.

Tang San saw their stunned faces and thought they were in awe of his superior footwork. Taking advantage of the distraction, he suddenly stopped.

“Rain of Pear Blossom Needles, release!” With a flourish, Tang San yanked up his sleeve and revealed a hidden weapon.

“Swish, swish, swish!”

Ten thousand silver needles erupted from Tang San’s weapon and shot toward the crowd.

“If you’re going to die, at least let it be under my Rain of Pear Blossom Needles!”

A satisfied grin spread across Tang San’s face as he watched the needles whiz through the air.