Chapter 1633: Fisherman - Spring Autumn Law Master!

Chapter 1633: The Fisherman—Spring and Autumn Master!

Zhou Zhan walked across the Eternal Continent.

He gazed down at the Eternal Continent, and at the myriad fantastical scenes shimmering and fading within the river of time and space, his eyes flickering with wonder.

"Is this indeed the Eternal Continent and the river of time and space?"

"Indeed, astonishing."

Zhou nodded slightly.

Though he had, through the teachings etched in his mind, already known what the Eternal Continent and the river of time and space looked like, the difference between knowing and seeing them was nothing short of profound. The impact of witnessing them firsthand was utterly unmatched—far more vivid, far more shattering.

And just then—

A figure descended from below, swiftly arriving before Zhou Zhan.

He was entirely golden-yellow, arms wrapped around a divine sword, radiating an overwhelming aura of swordcraft, his gaze sharp and piercing upon Zhou Zhan.

"You are also a swordsman," he stated.

"Fight me."

He spoke coldly.

Zhou Zhan stared at him, feeling an odd familiarity in the figure.

After gazing at him for several seconds, he said, "Are you the Absolute Heaven Sword God?"

Absolute Heaven Sword God!

A supreme deity existing two million years ago.

This god had an insatiable passion for challenging master swordsmen, once proclaiming to the myriad realms that his only possible end would be death at the hands of a stronger swordsman.

Later, it truly came to pass as He had wished.

He had finally faced off against a swordsman stronger than Himself.

Yet ironically, as the man was about to be slain, he wept and begged his opponent to spare his life, pleading for mercy.

But the opponent showed no mercy. After mocking him, he swiftly and decisively ended the life of the Supreme Master of the Absolute Heaven Sword.

The Supreme Master of the Absolute Heaven Sword had created the Absolute Heaven Sword Path, which, upon his own demise, was lost to history—its three-tiered, highest divine lineage now vanished.

Zhou Zhan had never imagined he would encounter a swordsman of legendary prowess from history challenging him.

Though the man’s death was shameful, there was no denying his strength.

"I have no intention of fighting you."

Zhou Zhan shook his head.

He possessed the combat power of a top-tier, supreme will-being. To fight a three-tiered Supreme God?

He couldn't afford to lose face.

"Are you afraid?"

The Absolute Heaven Sword God scoffed.

Zhou Zhan's mouth twitched slightly. He didn't feel like dealing with the fool, and simply continued flying forward.

He was going to seek out the Spring and Autumn Master.

He didn't want to waste time with this man.

But just then—

"Such a cowardly person is unworthy of being my opponent."

The Absolute Heaven Sword God mused.

Zhou Zhan's brow lifted slightly.

He turned his head and glanced at the other.

The Absolute Sky Sword God seemed to sense something, and turned his head toward him.

Their eyes met.

Clash!

The Absolute Sky Sword God exploded violently, vanishing in an instant across the heavens and earth.

"I don't want to deal with you—did you really jump on me again?"

"Unaware of death."

Zhou Zhan muttered.

This guy really died in history, and it wasn't exactly unjust.

"Hmm?"

Suddenly, he saw four streams of yellow light floating in the very place where the Supreme Blade God had fallen.

Zhou Zhan raised his hand, and the four beams of light shot toward him, landing upon his palm.

His willpower flowed into them, and instantly, he understood what they represented.

Within those four streams of light lay the spoils of the Supreme Blade God—most precious of all, the Third-Rank Supreme God's inheritance—the Absolute Blade Way!

"Killing a historical being that has existed across the ages—can one actually inherit their legacy? Or perhaps, their most vital memories?"

Zhou Zhan was stunned.

He suddenly turned his gaze downward toward the ancient continent.

There, upon this vast land, even beings of the Supreme God tier—like the Supreme Blade God—numbered in the hundreds of thousands. As for the historical beings at the levels of Primordial God, True God, or even ordinary deities, their numbers stretched on endlessly, beyond sight. Even with Zhou Zhan’s current level of willpower, he could only conclude that their count was boundless.

He then thought of the Spring and Autumn Master, who dwelt in the River of Time and Space.

"The Spring-Autumn Law Master has presided over the timeless river of space and time, unaware of how many ages he has endured."

"Those who are near the water get the moon first."

"He guards such a precious realm—how many layers of accumulated power must he have gathered over these countless years?"

Zhou Zhan grew more and more alarmed.

It had to be an unimaginable amount.

At that very moment,

"Third brother,"

a clear and smiling young voice echoed in Zhou Zhan's ears, "Hurry over, hurry over—I'm waiting for you in the Universal Chaos Pool."

It was the voice of the Spring-Autumn Law Master.

Zhou Zhan was startled, then smiled gently, "I'll be there right away."

"The Pool of Universal Chaos..."

Zhou Zhan murmured the name silently, and in that moment, as if guided by an unseen thread, he knew exactly where it was.

It did not surprise him in the least. He followed the instinct within him, and took flight toward the Pool of Universal Chaos.

Along the way, he encountered many historical titans appearing before him—some from alternate timelines, even one of the strongest being a lower-tier Supreme Will-being.

Yet none of them stopped him. Instead, they granted him countless benefits.

The greatest of these, naturally, was the lineage passed down from that lower-tier Supreme Will-being.

When Zhou Zhan received this Supreme Will-being's inheritance, he was filled with joy.

After all, such a level of transmission was exceedingly rare—even in his own hands, there were few.

"This ancient continent truly is a treasure trove."

Zhou Zhan sighed, reflecting upon it.

After another brief flight, having vanquished over a dozen heedless historical beings, He finally arrived at the Universal Chaos Pool.

It is called a "pool."

Yet in truth, this is a vast ocean.

An endless expanse of chaotic sea water has coalesced into this boundless, unending ocean.

At first glance, it is profoundly deep and terrifying, evoking a chill that runs down the spine.

On the rocky shore of this endless sea, a man dressed in a fisherman's attire sits, holding a fishing rod, patiently casting his line.

He is utterly still, utterly focused, as if he has been there for an eternity.

From afar, Zhou Zhan feels a strange impression—though the man appears right before him, he cannot sense his presence at all.

"Third Brother."

Chunqiu, the Master of Law, does not turn around, nor does he speak. Yet Zhou Zhan hears his voice clearly in his ears.

"Third brother, don't blame me, for I have waited here for exactly ten thousand two hundred years just to lure this fish."

"I can feel that the target will soon be hooked."

"This is precisely the critical moment, which is why I did not personally come to greet you."

"What's the matter?"

"Second brother, don't worry about it."

Zhou Zhan also knew that among the reserve Supreme Lords, though they were rivals, they were rivals who respected each other—each calling the other "brother" in everyday speech. So he addressed his counterpart directly as "Second Brother."

Curious, he asked, "Second Brother, what kind of fish are you fishing for?"

"The Supreme Ultimate, the Taiqing Ling Luo Fish."

The Spring-Autumn Law Master said this without turning around.

"What makes this fish so extraordinary?"

Zhou Zhan asked again.

He had already known the other was a seasoned angler, addicted to fishing for countless years—yet he never expected someone to wait ten thousand years for a single fish.

Zhou Zhan didn’t understand, but he respected it.

As for the so-called "Supreme Supreme Taiqing Linluo Fish" mentioned by the other, Zhou Zhan searched through every fragment of his inherited knowledge, and could not recall the origin of such a creature.

"Actually, it's not that extraordinary,"

the Spring-Autumn Law Master chuckled, "at most, it carries one transcendent technique."

One transcendent technique!?

Zhou Zhan was instantly stunned by this revelation.

What kind of Supreme Supreme Taiqing Linluo Fish could carry such a treasure?!

Could fishing actually yield such divine artifacts?!!

Zhou Zhan was stunned.

Though similar tales had echoed endlessly in the countless bloodline inheritances swirling through his mind, he had never heard of fishing yielding treasures—most such treasures, at best, were of lower god-tier magnitude. As for techniques capable of transcending will itself? He had never even heard of such a thing.

"Second brother, is this what you're truly capable of?"

Zhou Zhan couldn't help but ask.

"Sort of," replied Chongqiu Fa-Zhun, smiling gently and explaining, "When I first awakened, my myth-tier, sole ruler talent was named 'The Fisher of All Worlds.' It was this very talent that propelled me to rise."

"To this day, I have elevated 'The Fisher of All Worlds' from myth-tier to transcendence-tier, a sole ruler talent."

"While it is no longer my strongest technique, perhaps due to habit, I still find myself, when idle, using this transcendence-tier talent to cast my net across the treasures scattered throughout the myriad realms."

"Though most times, I fail to catch treasures that truly move me."

"But as for you, my second brother, it's a joy beyond measure."

By the end of his words, the Spring-Age Master's face lit up with a rapturous smile.

Zhou Zhan stared in astonishment.

His second brother, in the matter of fishing—truly a madman.

And...

A transcendental-class, sole Lord's gift?

Zhou Zhan pondered it silently.

Right now, he should consider carefully—when might he elevate his entire collection of Lord's gifts to the supreme, sole Lord's gift tier?

Presently, some of his highest-tier, sole Lord's gifts were utterly ineffective against those three beings who had already reached the peak of supreme will.

What grieved Zhou Zhan most was this:

If the innate talent of the Primordial Sovereign, the Emperor-Lord of Heaven's Fate, could ascend from the highest tier—Unique Sovereign Talent to the supreme tier—Unique Sovereign Talent, then He might one day achieve complete freedom in wielding Divine Will Artifacts and Supreme Will Realm treasures.

Instead of the current state—where even sending a few Divine Will Artifacts is miserly, and some of them fail to fully align with His subordinates of Supreme Will Realm strength—

Moreover,

His current highest-tier Unique Sovereign Talent—Pacification Sovereign—has the effect of increasing the loyalty of the common people.

Though its impact is profound and the Primordial Sovereign relies heavily upon it, it remains merely a highest-tier Unique Sovereign Talent, not the supreme tier. Thus, it offers no benefit whatsoever to His Supreme Will Realm warriors.

Now, the number of Supreme Will Realm warriors under His command has reached three, and will only grow from here. As a result, the Pacification Sovereign talent is increasingly failing to meet His needs. Therefore, elevating it to the supreme tier of Unique Sovereign Talent is an urgent necessity.

He does not wish for unstable, uncontrollable explosives hidden within His immediate surroundings.

And the method to elevate His highest-tier Unique Sovereign Talent to the supreme tier is, in fact, quite simple.

That is the Primordial Essence advancing the Supreme Saint Body to the realm of Supreme Will.

A Supreme Will-level Supreme Saint Body naturally enables the Primordial Master's innate talents to be elevated, one by one, to the rank of Supreme Grade—Unique Master Talents.

"Currently, the Primordial Body has reached the fourth stage of Supreme Saint Body."

"In recent days, by accelerating progress and spending more time absorbing fragments of Master Talent Crystals, it should be possible to elevate the Supreme Saint Body to the Supreme level within a short span."

Zhou Zhan thought to himself.

At that very moment,

Chunqiu, the Master of Law, suddenly gasped in astonishment.

Then, a surge of astonishing power and pressure erupted from his body.

Under this overwhelming force and pressure, Zhou Zhan felt an eerie sense of terror—like standing at the brink of life and death.

"This is..."

Zhou Zhan's pupils contracted.

Before he even realized what was happening, he saw Chunqiu Fa-Zhu suddenly yank the fishing rod, and then begin to struggle with some entity within the Universal Chaos Pool.

Zhou Zhan, witnessing this, vaguely deduced what had transpired.

Could it be...

That the Supreme Sovereign, the Too-Clear Silk-Loom Fish, had finally hooked itself?

Was it truly that coincidental?

He had only just arrived, and yet—here it was, right at the moment?

Chunqiu Fa-Zhu had waited for this divine fish for exactly ten thousand years.

At that very moment, Chunqiu Fa-Zhu himself felt a flicker of doubt.

Based on his decades of fishing experience, he knew that to lure the Supreme Sovereign Too-Clear Silk-Loom Fish into the net, he would still need to wait for at least three thousand more years—only then could he slowly entice it to surface.

But he hadn't expected that, just moments after his third brother had arrived, this fish had already been caught.

A suspicion stirred within his heart.

Yet at this moment, he had no time to question further—his entire focus immediately shifted to the struggle with the fish before him.

This fish, carrying a transcendent technique, clearly possessed a fraction of transcendent-level power.

Even a mere fraction!

Even if that fraction represented only one ten-thousandth of the true power of a lower-tier will-transcendent master, it still compelled Chunqiu, the Master of Law, to deploy every ounce of his strength.

Time slipped by slowly.

Unknown to him, how long had passed? At last, after exhausting every drop of his energy, Chunqiu managed to haul the fish ashore.

Gazing upon the strange, luminous creature radiating gentle light, he exclaimed with excitement, "At last, I've caught it! Not a wasted effort—after ten thousand years of preparation, my bait has finally paid off."

To the side, Zhou Zhan couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his mouth.

Ten thousand years to prepare the bait, another ten thousand years to finally reel in the fish?

That means, merely for this one fish, two ten-thousand-year spans were consumed.

The time span is too vast.

Zhou Zhan simply couldn't accept it.

But consider this in relation to the other Supreme Will Beings.

To acquire a single Will Technique after spending twenty thousand years?

Maya—this is an unimaginable opportunity! And one that's achieved with such effortless ease.

Even if it took two hundred thousand years, two million years, or twenty million years to obtain a single Will Technique, they’d still accept it.

After all, for a Supreme Will Being, even twenty million years would merely amount to a few periods of seclusion.

With the most negligible investment of time, one gains a rare and precious transcendental technique—any Supreme Will Being would gladly embrace such a bargain.

These thoughts flashed through Zhou Zhan's mind in an instant.

He smiled and congratulated Chunqiu, the Master of Law, saying, "Congratulations, second brother, on obtaining the Supreme Sovereign's Celestial Silk Fish."

"A mere transcendent technique," Chunqiu shook his head.

Zhou Zhan could not speak.

So a transcendent technique, in your eyes, is just another ordinary commodity.