Chapter 209: Temptations of Time

In the vast cosmos, the rise and fall of a galaxy is but a fleeting spark of scattered light. Gazing at the stars brings a melancholy certainty of fate—centuries from now, where will you and I be? Nations, civilizations, Earth’s glowing embers, all are merely specks in the deep void. In a single moment, the starry sky; in a thousand years, human existence. The chirp of insects lasts only an autumn, yet we both fight to cross these turbulent waters. At the end of this void, what awaits?

He turned his head to look at Chaos.

At this moment, Chaos had slain several Ninth-Level clones and even many Eighth-Level masters. As he fought, he grew ever fiercer, seemingly gaining the upper hand—a testament to how formidable this true Ninth-Level self becomes when combined with the might of time.

Yet Li Hao could only sigh inwardly.

Time!

Time!

Sometimes, it truly is a curse.

Just like when he first encountered time—the sensation was intoxicating and inescapable. With time’s aid, he vanquished many foes, at the cost of enduring four cycles of life and death.

Without those cycles, Li Hao would have long perished, lost to the relentless current of time.

Chaos, you’re not young anymore!

A million years ago, these beings were already at the Ninth-Level.

There’s no more youth remaining!

Time relentlessly propels forward, unstoppable and overwhelmingly powerful, cutting down Ninth-Level clones one after another. But is your lifespan truly infinite?

He had driven the force of time nearly to an Eighth-Level degree.

Every use drained a colossal amount of his vitality.

Yet Chaos barely seemed to feel it. Only those who have wielded time know that drifting along its river can make one feel immortal.

In his early days, Li Hao used time a few times—each activation costing him an entire lifespan.

Each use brought him right to the edge of death.

Chaos, can you truly reverse life and death?

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If you can’t keep up with this relentless battle, how long can you really last?

How long can your Ninth-Level power keep you alive?

Two million years?

Three million years?

Or perhaps even longer?

Time locks the heavens and earth, dispatching those Ninth-Level clones one after another with ruthless force. But haven’t you noticed? Your hair has already turned white.

How many can truly resist time’s allure?

Even Li Hao ultimately couldn’t escape its pull.

In his early days, repeatedly activating time, borrowing strength from the future, and journeying into the past—when did he finally awaken?

It was only after dying several times in a row!

When his lifespan was cut in half, memories erased, emotions dulled—only then, when desire had nearly vanished—

did he realize that time had lured him into an abyss.

Even the mighty Realm Kings dared not shoulder time’s burden, for they knew too well they’d succumb to its seduction.

They were resolute in one thing: they simply refused it!

“I know I can’t stand against it, so I choose to reject it.”

At first, Li Hao had no such luxury. But later, with clarity, he renounced it—leading to today’s Chaos, masterfully commanding time. Perhaps this is the pinnacle of his existence.

Over twenty Ninth-Level clones and several dozen Eighth-Level emperors—aside from a few slain by Dragon War, he had personally cut down seven or eight at that moment!

This peak even surpassed the moment he first ascended to the Ninth-Level.

“Ha ha ha!”

A booming laugh, punctuated by a tremendous crash, as Emperor Chaos struck down another Ninth-Level clone, gasping and laughing heartily. In that instant, he had reached a true zenith.

Unstoppable!

So many foes swarmed him—in days past, fierce warriors brandished their might with unbridled arrogance, and even their clones were embodiments of their true strength.

But now, one by one, he had severed them!

So many were attacking—enough to slay a true Ninth-Level—but now their numbers dwindled, utterly annihilated by his blade!

Time, how overwhelming you are!

He needed only two methods to dominate the battlefield.

First, Freeze Time and Space;

Second, Traverse the Long River.

The former immobilized his foes, and the latter allowed him to move with blinding speed. Killing adversaries and top-tier fighters—it was shockingly simple.

In that moment, Chaos seemed to grasp why Li Hao had never tasted defeat!

With such power, who could dare to stand against him?

Almost every peer was destined to be eliminated in an instant by him!

Huff!

A deep exhale resonated throughout the area.

Every formidable opponent, bloodied from battle, bore an expression of grim determination.

Even the Tianfang Lord was gasping for air.

Though merely clones, they possessed flesh and blood.

Chaos, wielding the power of time, continued to slaughter them. When he arrived, over twenty Ninth-Level clones had been halved.

Even the Eighth-Level reinforcements that came to assist were decimated by Chaos.

At that moment, if not for Hun Tian and the Ninefold Guard surrounding him, Chaos might have already broken free!

However……

Several Ninth-Level masters seemed to glimpse something, their eyes shifting noticeably.

That once jet-black mane on Chaos was now almost entirely streaked with white!

A faint aura of decay began to emanate from him.

Faces around him shifted; some glanced back at Li Hao as new thoughts took shape.

This…

Chaos may wield time with incredible strength, yet why does he seem to be falling into decay?

Some eyes turned toward the Tianfang Lord.

At that moment, the Tianfang Lord, as if having foreseen everything, merely glanced at Li Hao without a word.

Time will kill.

Time cultivators—traversing past and future, freezing time and space—with time that isn’t their own, eventually court disaster, draining vast amounts of lifespan. In later years, Li Hao scarcely used time in battle.

Mostly, he reserved it for support.

In earlier days… Li Hao endured cycle after cycle of life and death.

But Chaos does not walk the path of life and death.

Even if he could, he never mustered the will to seize control of fate. Such a Chaos—beyond reversing life and death, without enough energy to traverse the cycles—remained a true Ninth-Level Emperor!

The Tianfang Lord looked at Li Hao with a change in his gaze. This guy must know all too well the pitfalls of time, yet Li Hao never mentioned them. At this moment, Chaos was surrounded, struggling to break free.

In the vast cosmos, the rise and fall of a galaxy is but a fleeting spark of scattered light. Gazing at the stars, one cannot shake the feeling of a predestined end—where will you and I be in centuries to come? Nations, civilizations, Earth’s glow, all are mere dust in the void. In an instant, the starry sky; in a thousand years, human history. The chirp of insects lasts only an autumn, yet we continue our struggle. What truly lies at the end of the void?

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In the vast cosmos, the rise and fall of a galaxy is but a fleeting spark of scattered light. Gazing at the stars, one cannot shake the feeling of a predestined end—where will you and I be in centuries to come? Nations, civilizations, Earth’s glow, all are mere dust in the void. In an instant, the starry sky; in a thousand years, human history. The chirp of insects lasts only an autumn, yet we continue our struggle. What truly lies at the end of the void?

In the vast cosmos, the rise and fall of a galaxy is but a fleeting spark of scattered light. Gazing at the stars, one cannot shake the feeling of a predestined end—where will you and I be in centuries to come? Nations, civilizations, Earth’s glow, all are mere dust in the void. In an instant, the starry sky; in a thousand years, human history. The chirp of insects lasts only an autumn, yet we continue our struggle. What truly lies at the end of the void?