Chapter 1306: Little A Qing, Let's Go Home

Chapter 1306: Little Aqing, Let Us Go Home

"The Law of the Immortal Sovereign..."

"The Tenth Extreme..."

"My Constitution of Dimensions is but a single point."

In the chaos of space-time, amidst countless shards that swirled and bowed, Xu Qing understood. He murmured softly.

"Within this point, dimensions are the ultimate expression of time and space."

"The other Sovereigns, their varied divine authorities—they all dwell within this realm, merely facing different directions..."

Xu Qing pondered.

His long hair streamed behind him, vast enough to shroud the entire sea of chaos. A simple white robe clung to his form, as if it held all the secrets of time and space.

Especially his eyes—each glint of light within his pupils heralded a revolution of time and space.

His words existed beyond time.

He possessed the omniscience of a deity.

Thus, as Xu Qing’s thoughts stirred, a shard materialized from the void.

This object was the fragment that had pierced his body when the ancient Sovereign’s bronze coffin shattered, hurling him into the temporal maelstrom.

It had remained within him through his transformations, only extracted once he found stability.

Initially, his focus had lain upon his own epiphanies, so he had scarcely examined it. But now, through the lens of his Constitution, Xu Qing discerned deeper meaning in the bronze fragment.

"This must be the opportunity Master spoke of."

Xu Qing whispered.

Stripped of its illusory surface, the fragment revealed itself before him like a kaleidoscope.

Viewed from one end, it displayed countless scenes at the other.

Yet reversed, it showed but a single image.

Clearly, it was a sign meant for him.

But Xu Qing no longer needed signs.

"It is time to depart."

Xu Qing lifted his head. Through his Constitution of Dimensions, he perceived with clarity that he had lingered within this temporal chaos for over five thousand years.

Yet outside, only a brief span had passed.

"Seven years..."

Xu Qing rose. He prepared to leave, but before departing, he would seek his senior brother.

Had this been before Xu Qing attained the Tenth Extreme, finding his senior brother’s trace would have been nigh impossible. But now... a single glance revealed him.

Only the vision before him stirred ripples across the sea of his heart.

Xu Qing stepped forward.

In the next instant, he entered a fragmented world adrift within this sea of temporal chaos.

As he crossed its threshold, a hush heavy with sorrow enveloped him.

All around lay a gray, mist-laden expanse. The sky hung veiled beneath a gauze of gloom, while the feeble light of history strained to pierce through, casting only a few dim, yellowed rays that deepened the world’s oppressive weight.

Gazing upon this small realm, Xu Qing sighed softly and walked on.

Beneath his tread, the sandy ground yielded softly, leaving shallow footprints that the wind swiftly erased with whispering grains, as if recounting untold tales.

In the distance stood withered trees, their gnarled branches clawing desperately toward the sky.

It should have been the season of lush abundance, yet only a few parched, yellow leaves clung to the boughs, trembling in the wind with a faint, rustling sob.

Each scene spoke of grief, as if some presence had vented its anguish here, warping the world’s very rhythm.

Xu Qing walked silently through the haze, past the withered trees, until he beheld crumbling ruins.

Here once stood a small city.

Now, only shattered stone walls remained, choked with dark green vines.

Some vines bore desiccated blossoms, stark monuments to the chasm between past vitality and present desolation.

Occasionally, black birds crossed the sky, their shrill cries shattering the silence, deepening the melancholy.

Xu Qing stood before the ruins, gazing toward a spot within. After a moment’s silence, he entered, finally spotting a figure huddled against a broken wall.

It was Second Ox.

He curled into himself, arms locked tightly around his knees, face buried deep in his arms, body wracked with violent tremors. Like a child bereft of all, he stifled his sobs.

The sound echoed through the silent world, piercingly raw, as if pouring forth every ounce of sorrow.

This was a sight Xu Qing had never witnessed.

He had seen his senior brother frenzied, heard him laugh wildly, watched him wear indifference like armor—but never had he seen him weep thus.

This was the wind that had stirred his spirit.

"Senior Brother..."

Xu Qing approached, crouching beside him.

Second Ox slowly lifted his head.

Tears streaked his face, his eyes swollen red. The pride that once burned within them was drowned in endless sorrow.

His lips quivered, as if summoning immense effort to form words.

"Little Aqing... I saw memories of my first two lives..."

...

What those memories held, Second Ox never revealed.

With Xu Qing beside him, he wept another day, then spoke a single sentence.

"Little Aqing... I miss the Wanggu Continent. I miss Master..."

"Let us go home."

Xu Qing said softly.

At this, Second Ox smiled. Yet deep within his eyes, the sorrow Xu Qing witnessed seemed eternal.

Finally, his form dissolved into a streak of light, becoming a blue worm that burrowed into Xu Qing’s hair.

"Little Aqing... let us go..."

...

One day later, beyond the rift in the void where the Gaze of Upper Desolation had lingered, Master Bai opened his eyes.

He had sat cross-legged here for seven years, awaiting this moment.

Before his gaze, within the rift’s emptiness, a figure slowly emerged.

As the figure took shape, time across the Fourth Stellar Ring seemed to solidify—becoming threads of dreamlike silk, trembling violently.

Space itself was altered.

The entire star ring became as a sea’s surface, and Xu Qing, like the wind, stirred its swells.

All hailed the Ascendant!

“You have returned.”

A smile graced Master Bai’s lips as he murmured softly.

Xu Qing beheld his master before him and bowed deeply.

“Thank you, Master!”

“Walk with me before you go home,” Master Bai rose, his gaze tender upon Xu Qing.

Xu Qing nodded, stepping to Master Bai’s side and falling respectfully into step as they journeyed toward the star-strewn void.

Their voices echoed through the corridors of time.

“The realms of nearly all Divine Lords within these thirty-six ascending star rings are, in truth, but a singular point.”

“This point embodies the star ring’s very essence.”

“They stretch their divine authorities within this point, yet remain mere ripples—never becoming the point itself.”

“Only the Divine Sovereign may embody this point!”

“This shall be your next step…”

“And what lies beyond the Divine Sovereign?” Xu Qing inquired.

“That is the Divine—I name it, the Beyond.”

Master Bai murmured softly.