My Rich Wife Chapter 2975 Another Battlefield
Previously on My Rich Wife...
A soft energy enveloped the veiled lady, while Immortal Crane instinctively stroked its refined beak.
In that instant, both appeared to recall the events from ten thousand years prior. The situation mirrored the past so closely.
"I'm okay."
The veiled woman's throat flushed slightly pink. She resembled the timid young lady from those days.
Immortal Crane displayed a tender grin as it shifted its gaze toward the Godly King adorned with the divine crown.
"If he's that mighty, why does he fear so much? Why exterminate the human race?"
It lifted its head, showing a derisive smirk.
Immortal Crane lifted its palms gently. Innumerable delicate orbs glowing with vibrant rainbow hues materialized across the sky and land.
Pa!
It manifested as a dark gale of demise.
The deadly tempest engulfed Lucifer right there. This was a vortex of destruction alien to this realm.
Hasaki!
Lucifer's form exposed stark white bones, yet he remained unconcerned.
Whenever he desired, he could immediately forge the most durable physique across the globe.
"You truly possess great strength. Yet, over the years, you've grown increasingly terrified of that distant force. You're ready to employ every tactic to force others to abandon the energy from the hidden realm."
One by one, the orbs detonated near Lucifer, resembling a reverie.
That force stemmed from the external domain Immortal Crane had ventured into long ago. It formed a realm as unyielding as iron.
It included abilities of spatial warping and the haze of mental obscurity.
Each delicate orb bore the essence he had chased far beyond the Path of Heaven.
Black fire blazed across Lucifer's frame, causing the nearby void to liquefy.
This indicated his fury had peaked. Such might lay outside his mastery.
Regardless of its scale, this force brimmed with endless potential.
He despised any might that escaped his predictions.
After Immortal Crane's hand slashed down, the deluge outside his forecasts crashed onto Lucifer's body akin to surging waves. Myriad stunning orbs shattered.
Within them, innumerable ethereal laws of order intertwined. It resembled blade beams erupting from remote eras. Right then, it flared with a stunning brilliance.
Abruptly, an eyeball emerged amid the astounding current.
As the eyeball shut, every gleam vanished in an instant.
It felt like the cosmos had sealed its gaze. In that instant, silence reigned utterly.
Next, the whole realm started to whirl.
The heavens, the ground, all that folks had relied upon gradually folded like a canvas in the profound hush.
How might those trapped in the artwork defy the turn of this colossal cycle?
Even Xiao Sheng fell quiet.
This represented the supreme might of the Path of Heaven.
It transformed into a deluge converging in Lucifer's grip.
Afterward, radiance detonated before Immortal Crane and the veiled woman.
Hand of Heaven.
Immortal Crane spun back and softly embraced the veiled woman, guarding her against the horrifying force.
Much like their prior clash, the result appeared unchanged.
Ants.
Lucifer gradually shut his eyes.
All sank back into quietude. This occasion left no lingering fires, no beings striving to flee the parchment. All must merely advance beneath his dominion.
…
As tranquility reclaimed everything, the rush on the field of battle persisted.
This energy acted like a blade slashing through the full artwork and protruding beyond.
It marked a separate arena, a conflict over chronology.
Right now, Qin Yu found himself immersed in it. The finale had arrived.
Across from Qin Yu stood a striking youth clad in snowy robes.
The deadline had come.
Qin Yu's face remained calm. He had traversed the eternal stream of ages. Now, his pace quickened relentlessly.
His frame resembled a blade, radiating brilliant saber glow.
His disordered physique gradually dissolved into nothingness, while a wave of might welled up from within.
This energy forced ajar the ponderous portal. With the primeval breath arriving, the River of Time materialized ahead of Qin Yu. It was the Gate of Time.
This constituted the strength of a primordial being. Few in history had managed to unlock this portal. It symbolized the gateway of malediction.
Now, the Great Dao across sky and soil had vanished. The strength he once boasted had fully faded.
At that instant, Qin Yu's form vanished. His physique fully liquefied.
His sacred spirit had even scattered. Yet, he perceived myriad crossing energies in the concealed domain.
These disordered energies resembled frameworks.
They mimicked realms birthed by the Path of Heaven.
"Open it!"
As Qin Yu's form reemerged, he was swathed in the infinite energy he detected and assailed the Great Dao of Time.
The knell of doom tolled once more. As the temporal portal swung wide, Qin Yu beheld endless iterations of himself in the alternate voids.
He stepped through without pause.
"Heh."
The youth in pale attire, sovereign of Northwest Youdu, trailed Qin Yu through the portal as if a mere spectator.
He positioned himself abreast with Qin Yu. Vast quantities of temporal power flooded into him each second.
This force rooted in Qin Yu's essence like an ancient trunk. The chronal energy within coursed through each fiber.
The instant after, myriad undulations surfaced before him.
Qin Yu beheld endless selves, encompassing his history and destiny.
Even limitless real-world variants existed, him in alternate realms.
It appeared to be this very instant, yet profoundly altered.
What defined time? What purpose did it serve? What marks did it leave?
It had lingered here prior to this realm's genesis.
Not even the masters could resolve this riddle.
A bead-sized droplet of perspiration fell to the earth, and an immense, peak-like burden descended upon Qin Yu.
Golden sundials manifested across myriad parallel planes. Just then, they ticked toward the ultimate seconds.
He stood as the practitioner nearest to temporal might since creation's dawn.
The Lord of Time nearly solidified into a tangible shade. He wore a sinister grin, poised to savor this delectable essence.
In this moment, with each inhalation, he endured a dreadful weight as if myriad realms plummeted onto him.
Powers of creation!
Right as the peak-like burden neared collapse, the realm abruptly dimmed.
A ray of illumination erupted from Qin Yu's palm. It was the Qian Kun's Only Sword.
This blade arose from Qin Yu's own strength. The very second he unleashed it, his personal order path took shape in the hidden domain.